Disappearance (IP)

By Rhiannonw

Fri, 23 Aug 2013
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14 comments
 

I look at the hook,
and cant believe
it’s empty of jingling, jangling
keys,
oh please,
where did I place them,
can memory trace them?
when did I use them
how could I lose them
again?
I crawl round the floor,
search sills by the door,
and go through my pockets
in jeans, coats and jackets.
…
When posting that packet
at the counter for weighing,
was my key ring just hanging,
dangling and banging
on my finger?
did I linger
to search through my cash?
… so, off in a rush –
‘Did I leave my keys here?’
‘So glad you came back, dear;
someone saw them on that little shelf!’:
so no-one to blame but myself –
thankful relief
that the absence was brief.
 

Certificate U
Poem
Families
Humour

Comments

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Love it. Perfect compact poem.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, glad you enoyed it. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello Rhiannon,

As you say a fun poem and cleverly structured. It resonated with me because my mum was always losing her keys and in the end she wore them on a piece of string and hung them round her neck. 

Moya

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Great poem for the IP Rhiannon,  so many people can relate to this one. Enjoyed reading.  Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you both, Moya and Jenny. Glad you both enjoyed it. I hope I don't have to go to wearing them around my neck, Moya, but I need a good bumbag or pocket, and beware of keeping them in my hand (and then putting them down … ).

regards, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

I love this one Rhiannon it really made me laugh.  A very familiar scenario!

Linda

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Well, glad to have encouraged a happy laugh, then! Thank you Linda, pleased you liked reading it.

Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Rhiannon.

You really capture that feeling of panic when searching. My grandad used to say, if you can't find something - stop looking and it will turn up. I'd add to this from painful experience - and keep a spare set of keys!

Loved this - its so me!

Bee

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Stopping looking probably frees your mind up to think more clearly sometimes, I guess, too. I nearly included something about 'absent-minded, dreamy me' in it!
Thanks for commenting. regards, Rhiannon

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I know the feeling, Bear. Glad you enjoyed, thanks for letting me know!
Rhiannon

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

The rhythm conveys the uncertainty so well, Rhiannon.The times I've been here. It made me laugh, nervously. 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Yes, I guess, it was a wry sort of humour to me too. And I am aware of my own weakness, and have often had cause to be thankful. Thank you for your comment, Vera.
Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

I certainly can relate to that panic of losing something important, and not always the joy of finding it.

Good poem.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jean. I've just enjoyed reading this again - a good reminder! Rhiannon