A Poem Waiting to Be Found



There is a poem here,
but I don’t want to promote it.

I don’t want it to come to you—that easy.
I want you to come to it.
To find it.
To rescue it from a strange corner on the internet,
from a dusty shelf,
or a quiet store.

I want it to find a home in your home,
to travel with you in your car,
to be tucked in your purse.
I want your eyes to see it,
and your heart to feel it.
For you to treasure it,
because it brings meaning to a moment,
or revives a memory.

And in the process,
I want it to rescue you.

I want you to find it in the corner café,
in the hands of a beautiful stranger,
so captivated, they miss your gaze.
To find it in the book your best friend swears you’ll love.

I want it to surprise you,
to stop you mid-scroll.
To be among the pages you turn
with careful fingertips,
you’ll press to your lips.

I want you to read it on a subway car in a strange country,
on your commute to work,
in the back of a car on a mid-summer ride,
with your windows down,
feeling the breeze and the warmth of the sun on your skin.
I want you to remember it.

I want it to consume you, to inspire you.
For you to give it meaning—
draw from it what you need,
whatever it serves.

I want you to rescue my poetry from its solitude.
To give you pause.
To keep you company,
and to be the company you keep.

To be found by chance,
and kept by choice.

I don’t want to promote my poetry,
but quietly, I hope it finds the world.
I want it to speak volumes,
to find you when it’s ready—
to slip into your heart
and add poetry to your life.

About this poem

This poem is an invitation for those who don’t typically read poetry, consider it a quiet moment waiting to be uncovered, something that doesn’t demand attention but rather hopes to find you at the right time.

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Written on November 07, 2024

Submitted by lf860 on November 07, 2024

1:51 min read
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Quick analysis:

Scheme XA BAAXCX XXXAAAXB XD CXXX DXXEE BXXXXA DXXX XXBX XX BXXBXX
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,551
Words 372
Stanzas 11
Stanza Lengths 2, 6, 8, 2, 4, 5, 6, 4, 4, 2, 6

Luciana Fisher

 · 1982 · Niteroi RJ

Luciana Fisher is a Brazilian-American immigrant, rising poet, and passionate writer currently pursuing a BA in Social Sciences with a concentration in Economics at New York University (NYU). After graduating with honors from BMCC and earning an associate's degree in the Arts of Economics, she reignited her passion for poetry, which helped her in overcoming challenges after a cancer diagnosis. Her writing explores themes of identity, vulnerability, personal growth, and the intricacies of communication through poetry and prose. more…

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3 Comments
  • alanswansea18
    You have a lot of talent and you know it.
    LikeReply3 days ago
  • philmaund
    To be able to express what every poet feels is a rare talent. To do it so well and so vividly, rarer still. I reread this several times and I stopped mid-scroll in a different place each time. This is so good! "To be found by chance, and kept by choice" is brilliant! 
    LikeReply 113 days ago
    • lf860
      Thank you so much for your beautiful words. It means a great deal to know that A Poem Waiting to Be Found resonated with you and captured that shared experience so vividly. Hearing that you stopped mid-scroll at different places on each reading is incredibly touching—it’s all I could hope for as a writer. I’m especially glad the line “To be found by chance, and kept by choice” stood out for you. Thank you for taking the time to connect so deeply with this piece. 
      LikeReply13 days ago
  • gary_dean
    I share that dream which probably doesn't surprise you. It feels like writing them and dropping them randomly to find their fate. I drop them here and there. I promoted one here to introduce myself hoping it might spark interest in reading more. I suspect we'll never know what effect our words might have, if any. We live in hope, and that's not a bad way to live. 
    LikeReply 213 days ago
    • lf860
      , Indeed. I was reflecting on that dream. The dream of not having to promote it. I guess being published would help.
      LikeReply13 days ago

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