Raul Moreno Poet Quatrain

Poor Eyesight

Have you ever woke up in a rush,
  And realized you couldn’t see.
You look in your usual spots,
  And think where could they be?

I always put them right here,
  But where did I place them last night.
All I know is that it’s hard to find,
  A pair of glasses with poor eyesight.

I have searched my entire room,
  And my glasses are gone.
Now my cluttered room is a mess,
  I must have slept with them on.

You throw stuff around and ransack
  Possible locations in your head. 
Then like nothing ever happened,
  There they are right under the bed.

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Robin L. Gass December 16, 2008 at 12:51 PM This is wonderful, Raul. I can so relate to this. I have had to send for reenforcements to help me find them. I love this awesome and beautifully penned write! Love Robin

Daniel Neal November 24, 2008 at 3:13 PM It is true, glasses are hard to find with poor eyesight. I stepped on a pair of mine while looking for them.

Elizabeth Neal November 20, 2008 at 9:50 AM My mom lost her glasses this morning. I found them under the bed. Thanks for the advice of where you found yours in this poem. Love Elizabeth

James Foulk November 19, 2008 at 2:03 PM forgot to welcome you to poetrysoup, so welcome to poetrysoup hope you stay for awhile. this was a beautiful poem so well written.

Elizabeth Neal November 19, 2008 at 1:21 PM I lose my contacts and glasses all the time. So reading this really relates to me.

Juliane Thomas November 19, 2008 at 8:09 AM Great poem! My daughter's glasses once disappeared in the middle of the night. Turned out the cat had stolen them and mixed them up in the covers on my bed. It was so funny when we realized what had happened.

Fathima Dawood November 18, 2008 at 9:35 PM hehehe, with me its keys, no matter what key, the car key or the house keys, i can just never find them! Well done Peace Fathima

Barbara Gorelick November 18, 2008 at 3:40 PM Oh, the old hidden glasses trauma. Been there so many times. Good one. BG

Daver Austin November 18, 2008 at 12:27 PM Good to hear from you Paul, or is it Raul? Good write, very practical and very human. Makes one feel good to know company, especially old, forgetful people like myself. Love, daver

Abe Lopez November 17, 2008 at 12:17 PM I really identify with this concept, and often find myself searching for my glasses as well .............funny write

Tom Beaudet November 17, 2008 at 11:10 AM A very amusing and clever write. I enjoyed it very much, although I too have been frantic looking for my glasses. Respectfully, Tom