At the edge of the world
is a deep black hole
where all lost things reside--
Ribbons and keys
baby bottles and binkys
All the lost hair
from dogs with mange
the dimes and nickels
of lost pocket change.
Pens and pencils
teething rings
every sock without a mate
nuts, screws and bolts
that disappear
and lone earrings
the homework, wasn't even late
all sorts of things.
Even my teddy
that I forgot
on the bus
and never
found again.
What sorts of things do you lose? Did you look for it? Did you find it? The older I get, the more things I lose track of--most often it's my cell phone. Can you write a poem today about something lost? Have fun writing your poem.
Happy Poetry Friday and Aloha Friday
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