Things I Have Lost
The lovely and inspiring poet Holly Anne inspired me with her clever list poem . I have never been able to make this work in the past, but felt she had laid down a challenge. So here goes…
Socks in the laundry too numerous to mention,
keys and their copies, wallets, post-it notes
and once –mortification! – a book from the library
which I paid thrice over
then found behind the wardrobe.
Shopping lists and pictures, love letters and a cow
(she found her way to church
to moo till kindly neighbours brought her home to Gran).
My heart to a hopeless cause,
sense of humour for weeks at a time.
Prescriptions and receipts – and shouting cannot replace them –
money, houses, contracts, insurance documents.
All good working pens, broken pencil stubs,
my capacity to wonder,
time, when I could have been writing.
my temper, oh, at least once a day!
Three lovers, two friends, a husband.
Jobs – yes, in plural, you heard it right –
business cards and phone numbers of key networking gurus,
the respect of the corporate world.
But the feeling is mutual.
The will to live.
My respect for politicians
blind belief in science or doctors or the bank
sense of worthiness, still searching, still in need of daily airing
when and if and ever found.