I Lost My Keys

A frivolous poem capturing my morning, and some of the symptoms of aging, society's fast pace and our ability to chuckle at ourselves.

I lost my keys-
An empty space where they're supposed to be.
So I look ev'rywhere-
bed, pockets, favorite chair-
They must have fallen through that crack where all I lose
gets sucked into thin air.
I lost my keys.

The panic builds . . .
I look for glasses then,
to see up close so I can find my keys.
I can't remember when
I wore them last . . .
Life moves so fast,
I search some more.
They should be in the basket by the door.
That's where I find my keys.
Where can my glasses be?

I check the time,
My wrist is empty now.
My watch misplaced somehow.
When was it last removed? I never take it off.
Well, just to shower, true, and sometimes when I sleep.
Or when I watch TV.
Around the house again,
same places and some more.
And by the shower door-
I find my timepiece there,
into the mirror I stare-
the glasses on my head.

It's time to go to bed.
No wait I just woke up!
Where is my fav'rite cup?
I need more coffee next to meet the day.
My mind is in a haze,
I should meditate.
Around the house I travel once again,
Same places and some more . . .
My mind is keeping score--
This round is number 4-

Where is my cup?
It could be on the desk-
Wait time is up- I need to dress.
I'm running late again,
Throw on my clothes
and search for shoes that match-
When did I wear them last?
It's time to go-
Who cares if these shoes clash?
I'm out the door,
Forgetting . . . Something more . . .
I reach the car,
Well, never mind,
I'm so behind . . .
Where are my keys?

Author's Note

Try to find the rhythm to read it, like a clock ticking in the background or a metronome . . Now off I go . . . I found my keys.

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

The author's note made me smile, now it reads like 'tick took tick tock'...

Life keeps on moving with a pace that is invisible to our human eyes... The whole poem stands in the universal truth of time... The poem is a playful one with lots of intensity and self asked questions that reflects throughout...

When my grandmother was alive(she died at the age of 104) she used to wear her glasses all day long, and sometimes even while bathing, and the keys of her magic box(for me and my brother) was always there in her hands, but whenever she needed it she was unable find and would ask us where was it, then we would tell her that it was always in her hands, and we would ask her to show her magic box in return of our help, but she never did because there was a monster in it(as she would tell us mysteriously)...

A beautiful write with some thoughts about life and how time moves with glasses, keys, and cup of coffee... Lovely...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Marianne Rose]

So glad you like it, and it brought back those cherished memories of your grandmother - 104!- and her magic box. Did you ever find out what was in there? I had fun laughing at myself as I watched myself running around the house, thought it might bring a smile to those who could relate. Thanks for the lovely review and your sharing about your grandmother too!

[Shabeeh Haider]

There is a nice flow to this poem. It brought a smile to my lips. Having said that one can really panic after losing their keys.
Glad you found them.

[Marianne Rose]

Yep, it seems to almost be a daily occurrence these days! Thanks for stopping by and smiling at my goofy poem!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

glad you found your keys, Marianne..

this poem had me thinking of Ingrid Bergman in "Gaslight"---

did we lose them or didn't we?

have we misplaced our lives, or has someone else hidden them...have we misplaced our hearts? or has someone moved them on us?

we're not crazy or that forgetful...we just lost our rhythm...

this poem hasn't ...it has excellent rhythm...and we need that to catch up to ourselves.

nice write, Marianne.

j.

[Marianne Rose]

Thanks J- I so love you can find meaning in such a silly write! I did catch a typo-"score" instead of "scare"- well, I do have my glasses on now. Lol. sometimes I count my laps around the house to find things as my morning exercise. Thank god my heart is attached firmly enough, if it moves it's because someone brought me their tears. My mind and life- well, yes, often misplaced, but we can work on that. Love your review my friend.

[LastMonth]

They way each subject follow up on the predecessor is nice.
The transition is smooth, and captivating.

A little part of me wonders where the key is,
while another is immediatly thinking about the cup, or the glasses.
The Author's Note here was quite useful, as at first the lack of rhymes in some parts jarred me, when I tried giving it an artificial ticking it worked better.

The way your attention zooms from one target to another really makes the reader (Me) feel like I have ADHD, which is very good if that was your intention. If not, then well, side effects.

The way you looped it in the end is quite satisfying.

[Marianne Rose]

Thanks so much! What a great review- detailed and really gives me a sense of how you read the poem. And yes, it is a little like ADHD- my husband has that- perhaps I caught it from him- or maybe the combination of getting older mixed with the world speeding up produces that effect. And the loop from one thing to another- honest - it really happens that way. One time I was looking for my glasses (I have several pairs now), found them, and put them on. My husband laughed at me- I had one pair on my face and one on my head. It was definitely a funny senior moment! Thanks for reading and reviewing this play-filled write.