Missing Poetry Notebook

I had a huge notebook full of poems.
They were written on both covers, all around.
Here and there, in corners even,
Some topsy turvey, upside down.
 
I almost took the purple notebook in
To the station where I relieved myself
Feeling silly, I left it in the truck
When I returned it was gone from its shelf.
 
I looked at the homeless woman
Who was eating a sandwich out of a bin,
I wanted to go through her satchel,
But I knew to ask would not be a win.
 
Wishing I had followed instinct to not leave it,
Here I am, every poem gone, my own self to blame.
Just when I thought it could not get worse,
Sunroof would not shut, and it was beginning to rain.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Wolf Avatar
September 20, 2018 at 10:57 PM
The trials and tribulations of the luckless artist! ~ Gershon
Krutsinger Avatar
September 21, 2018 at 12:26 AM
Yes, I will never forget it.
Bauer Avatar
September 20, 2018 at 6:38 PM
what a sad and frustrating story! i'm glad to hear that it happened a long time ago (not that that makes it any better)...
Krutsinger Avatar
September 21, 2018 at 12:26 AM
It seems easier now.
Kiser Avatar
September 20, 2018 at 5:40 PM
Now that is a BAD day! It would kill me to lose such a valuable thing as a book filled with my poetry. It took me a long time to learn that we must follow our instincts; when I began listening to my instincts things became so much better. Well done, Caren but, I know it hurt.
Mcferran Avatar
September 20, 2018 at 12:53 AM
This is a great poem- but what a painful loss! I only hope you had typed them up &/or posted them before this happened...
Krutsinger Avatar
September 20, 2018 at 7:11 AM
No, this was about twenty-six years ago in California after I had traveled by car with my husband to twelve cities in two weeks. It was full of stuff, maybe not even poetry, but a lot of stories and drawings and maybe a poem or two. My instinct said do not leave this notebook in the car, but I did not follow my heart.
DiMino Avatar
September 20, 2018 at 12:05 AM
Sad to hear your notebooks were lost. I know how much each word I write means to me, and imagine your words are children as well. Those damn sun roofs! In Phoenix, in the summer when it's 110 mine never seems to want to close. Gees!--modern technology not always reliable. Great read! Thank you.
Krutsinger Avatar
September 20, 2018 at 7:22 AM
Thank you for the lovely comment and the recognition.
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