Misplaced

Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Poetry

 

Misplaced

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my keys

my car keys

where the hell are my car keys
I’ve looked everywhere

well
obviously not everywhere

I can’t keep track of things
better find Kathy

thank heavens for the gift of voice
makes her more difficult to lose

unless we’re in Costco

woman enjoy a special gift
the gift of invisibility
my keys share that gift

if it’s not the keys it’s my wallet
if not my wallet — my notes
a pen
my watch
that phone number

a book
the tickets
my eye-glasses
those personal receipts

some damned thing is always lost
my life is search and rescue

drives me up the wall
and everyone around me — crazy

except Kathy
patience personified

what would I do without my wife
wouldn’t be only my things that were lost

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rob kistner © 2009

…poem written in response to the writing prompt “Key”, found at Sunday Scribblings

…here is another poem I wrote for the same prompt.

Permalink | Comments (6) | Sep 5, 2009

6 Responses to “Misplaced”

  1. Saoirse Redgrave Says:
    September 5th, 2009 at 4:41 pm

    Wonderful sentiment, Rob. Thank you for sharing. :-)

    ~Saoirse

  2. gautami tripathy Says:
    September 5th, 2009 at 8:52 pm

    A love story indeed.

    I hold myself in the doorway

  3. Linda Lander Says:
    September 6th, 2009 at 4:01 am

    I love this Rob.

  4. keiths ramblings Says:
    September 6th, 2009 at 12:39 pm

    Every man needs one! Better start searching!!

  5. Dee Says:
    September 6th, 2009 at 2:37 pm

    ah, a man who understands and appreciates LOL

    As our children grew it amazed me how everyone thought I had some special power bestowed by the universe. The power to know the whereabouts of everything that belonged to everyone in the family. A heavy burden :)

  6. Elaine Says:
    October 22nd, 2009 at 2:43 pm

    Hey,Rob: Finally got a chance to read and listen to your poetry site. Beautiful! Do you think you could send Kathy here to fine all of my missing things - including thoughts?

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