Tormented By The Tiniest Of Something Missing Poem by Susan Lacovara
Tormented By The Tiniest Of Something Missing
What was it today
that was missing
Wasn't the sun
it was there
Wasn't a song
I heard many
Wasn't a plan
those were countless
What then, what then
I knew it was something
I had forgotten to remember
And haunted all day
And hunted for hours
For an inkling
An image
A reason
To fill in the blank
That left me in riddle
Unnerved by the pestering
Festering feeling
Of leaving an important piece
Of the puzzle misplaced
With no trace of what I was missing
Went fishing through the stream
Of my thoughts
Trying to hook and reel in
Whatever it was I was trying to catch
Same thing has happened to me. I usually either remember what it was the next day, or simply forgot I was missing something. If it was really important, it will reveal itself.
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5/4/2024 2:54:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wasn't the sun it was there Wasn't a song I heard many Wasn't a plan those were countless. Yes we all hav ethat sens e of the tiniest we miss always. that is the sign of poetic heart. you hve it. thank u. tony