Like a belled cat, you can hear me,
tags tinkling, long before I’m seen.
You can marvel as I walk
with flashing colors and words.
Behold my magic rainbow memory.
Blue butterfly has the best route home.
Red cardinal has my favorite restaurants.
Purple ‘potamus holds my number, phone.
Orange giraffe has zip – simply to taunt.
Fox is silver because she’s contrary,
but she has my emergency contacts, very
important when sparrows hurry away.
They sleep on the bedpost, the first, most
important pals I have. The back of my neck
sports a callous from where they swing
across it to and fro, on lanyard’s rope.
I brew the tea (green frog) and light incense
(violet kwan yin,)
warm in my bubble bath (golden lotus) and laugh
as I reach back, feel the soft fuzzy bump, reassured
that my sweet, once flighty bird is tenderly tethered,
never to be lost again.
Here is the poem I’m responding to:
I lost my short-term memory.
It was there and then it moved
like the flash of a red fox
along a line fence.
My short-term memory
has no address but here
no time but now.
It is a straight-man, waiting to speak
to fill in empty space
with name, date, trivia, punch line.
And then it fails to show….
It is lost, hiding somewhere out back
a dried ragweed stalk on the Kansas Prairie…”
—from “Lost in Plain Sight,” by Peter Schneider
image link I couldn’t find any images for what I had in mind. Maybe they haven’t been invented as decoration on one side and room for notes on the back and able to be clipped to a lanyard.
Laura is today’s host at dVerse’ Poetics. Laura gave us two options. I chose the first, which is:
‘And the lost were found’: Select ONE of the above ‘lost poems’ … and write your poem as response with the resolution of finding, being found or returned etc.