Missing Poems
All day
I searched for poems.
They were not in my coffee cup,
nor in the early morning light,
where I often find poems
to write.
I checked the refrigerator,
just stale milk, some eggs.
I checked the sock drawer
and under the bed.
I asked the dog
and looked outside.
Where do poems go
when they want to hide?
They never go anywhere. They are fast moving, moving ever to our blind side and avoiding mirrors. I like the poem…
Yes, Where DO they go? At least you have the energy to check under the bed…
Now this is fresh and original Thank you
I think we all would like to know that!!!