Poetry

The Frustration of Losing Something Invisible to the Naked Eye

Poetry prompt

In search of my sanity I wade through inanity Decry my vanity

Foraging for vocabulary Through thickets of thoughts Elusive, conducive To call in the constabulary

It’s been missing for more than a day Detectives must act On recent facts Before it’s too late

“Where did you last see it?”

“When did the loss come to your attention?”

Why are they questioning me? I’m the victim, not the criminal How the hell do I know what it looks like? I’ve never seen it I can’t look in my head For something subliminal

But I know, when it’s there My mind is clear No muddled emotions or Oceans of sludge No trudging the slosh That obscures the ideas Of what to write

When words on the Slippery slope Of can’t cope Slide away Before I can catch them

Such being humanity I indulge in profanity Then polish my blues With a brush of urbanity

Welcome home wandering sanity!

This will drive you crazy:

Thank you for being here.

I’m tagging Tooth Truth Roopa Vikesh, Kim McKinney, Carolyn Riker and Carolyn Hastings, to join in this prompt, something you’ve lost from Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她)

Thanks for the inspiration!

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