I look in my pocket
and nothing is there
perhaps in the other
still empty hands
where could it be now
for I know it was here
somewhere close by
never out of reach
not on any of the tables
didn't get left on a chair
the dogs won't take it
so where could it be
I hate losing my train of thought....
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
This is a highly amusing one. I didn't laugh, but I did smile with a kind of "Awww" response. The brevity of the lines also help to make it that sweet.
ReplyDeleteAre you talking about the ideas?
ReplyDeleteClarissa, hello. Were you talking to him or to me? *smiles*
ReplyDeleteNo, no Connie :)
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