Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Finding the Stash

Before the painters came, I pulled
Each picture from the wall
And stashed them every place I could,
Most anywhere at all.

And now the painting’s finished
So I’m searching high and low
For where I put some things away - 
I honestly don’t know.

Exhaustion’s gotten in the way – 
I’m calling it a night.
Tomorrow when I fish around,
I hope to get a bite.

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Caren Krutsinger September 28, 2022 at 10:00 AM I can never find everything after I put them "somewhere safe", so I understand this feeling.

Deb M September 24, 2022 at 5:29 PM Haha can relate to this poem Ilene! Those safe places are hard to remember!!! Enjoyed….Debx

John Watt September 23, 2022 at 12:03 PM oh i do have that same syndrome whenever i move or paint... wish i could come up with a better system.

Rico Leffanta September 22, 2022 at 11:24 AM I went through that last October when my apartment was redecorated. I have yet to "unpack" some things! Good luck to you! Aloha!

Tom Cunningham September 22, 2022 at 2:17 AM Lol, how often I've done that put things in a safe place and later even I couldn't find it. Tom

Gershon Wolf September 21, 2022 at 9:34 PM Hope the 'fish' are biting for you tomorrow, Ilene... Nice analogy there... I myself get a tad frustrated trying to find things when we paint and/or remodel. My wife doesn't seem to mind though. She's a model of decorum. I think she could have made a great Queen of Russia. Never gets flustered... --She'd have shown those Tartars how to behave themselves. lol. ~ gw