When I started this I had no idea what do about my theme for the poetry collection. But once I had read through all of my previously written poems, the central theme of them all became clear, lost. Not just simply lost, but lost on every level that being lost can be. The poem that share the titles name Lost, is being lost on the simplest level of being lost, it is physical. Wandering around unable to find one way is the most literal meaning of the word, but it can also lead to further finding needed.
The farther you go from something that once was important to you, the farther you are from it in your mind. When you are lost physically, you are also lost mentally. Many times you lose the ability to think strait, or to comprehend the situation.
Others were not specifically about being lost but more about not being found; the poem Today, is simply about the absence of an object, such as those mentioned. It presents the ideas of what would happen if certain things vanished from your life, not necessarily permanently but life must go on without them for some time. The same thing goes for the poem The Library, which simply about losing a person of importance; such as a dear friend or lover. But each in their own way are about how even if something important to you is lost, life still goes on.
On another note, there is something about being muddled that makes you needy, and it makes you long for the comforts of home, and by that I don’t mean just being found. Home does not mean the hotel room you were staying at when you went on the hike, home is the place of familiarity that you can actually relax in.
So what if these things of familiarity left you? Even for just a day you can feel abandoned and helpless without that sense of home, whether you can pinpoint your exact location or not. Maybe you can tell anyone who passes by what street you are on in what city, but when people lose a place to simply go, they tend to feel without a purpose, and simply, lost.
