This week's theme is: Search
What was I seeking?
The object eluded me
The search was a flop.
My eyes grew tired.
My mind reeled with questions.
Where had I left them?
Just a helpless search
a hurried, frantic disgust
the loss brought delay.
Time moved quickly
I begged, in silent anger
Where were my glasses?
I couldn't go now
not without vision to see
blurry, angry search.
Everything on hold
A cold day turned upside down
by glasses hidden.
Okay, confession: I actually missed a doctor's appointment last week because I couldn't find my glasses. You know where the turned up? Wrapped up in the blanket I slept in. I'm glad I don't roll a lot in my sleep. The depressing part was the realization of just how much I need them to see. I remember back when they were optional reading glasses. Times change.
Wonderful poetry about the 'sacred in the ordinary' ~ aging is not always easy and glasses tend to be quite elusive at times to me too ~
ReplyDelete(A Creative Harbor) aka artmusedog and Carol ^_^
I can totally relate to this amusing set....I can't even see to find my glasses!
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