I Lost It

I Lost It

A Poem by ColdSpiral

A waiting game, in the end.

I'd tried everything to shake it but

it just kept on turning up again.

I drove far out of town, to the river.

Watched it float away, hessian-bagged.

 

It was waiting when I got home.

I sold it to a drunk but he

left it in my mailbox, trampled my garden.

Posting it to Siberia, a cop-out, true,

but worth a shot.

 

I moved house while it was gone.

It turned up in the moving van,

and I tried to claim it wasn't mine.

The removalist smiled, knowingly,

tapped his nose, left it in my kitchen.

 

It taught me, in its own way,

cunning and guile behind its smug facade.

And I learned.

Locked in a safe, in a vault; motion-sense, infra-red.

It was stolen the next day.

 

Finally it is lost.

The memories it holds are

hazier now, without its promptings.

I'm better off, now I've lost it.

How I wish it were back.

© 2008 ColdSpiral


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Wow! well now it is back! sounds like inspiration worth waiting for to Tai. Loved this sweet read

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow! This is great.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Firstly, there is a typo that I noticed first line of second stanza. Positive it wasn't there the last few times I have read this.

For some reason I get the impression that this is about a garden gnome. The sense of frustration in the first three stanzas is quite tangible, followed by a sort of resignation and then regret. What did you lose? Don't tell us. Well done.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

How funny, we often want things or people to go away and when they do we suddenly miss them. This reminds me of a song we sang at Nature Camp when I was a teenager called 'The Cat came Back'. Interesting write. Thank you for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Quite an abstract piece of poetry. The strength of it is it's mystery.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I simply adore your writing - a brilliant and witty free-verse poem that has left me wondering... What exactly did he go to all the trouble of losing? Love the open ending of the poem, too. It's good to see that not all the loose threads were tidily snipped.
Sas-Ju

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hey this made a great poem! You dark horse you...

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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ColdSpiral

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