Art Sonnet

Welcome to the endless Art of Losing.

So many things to post.

To see.

To love.

Lovers, both kind and cruel, are lost.

It is no disaster

Only a child half dead of starvation,

searching the desert for their mother’s lost watch.

Lose something undervalued and unmake it every day.

Accept the present.

Why can’t we just pretend that this Art of Losing isn’t hard to master?

Just as simple as losing a treasured family keepsake.

Their mother’s lost golden watch.

Let’s exhume, resume and extend, then practice losing more.

Childhood places.

Friends' names.

Treasured memories.

We can all become brilliant maestros

in the intricate Art of Losing.

I lost two cities, young and vibrant.

Thronging multitudes,

magnificent architecture,

and beautiful music.

simply gone,

vanished with the setting sun.

Let one child’s search for their mother’s lost watch

become public domain

and all that we have left.