Lost

Starting as a laugh
Nonsense replaced correct words -
"Open the carrot!"

She lost her car keys,
Then glove, scarf and knowing smile.
Her sparkle dimmed.

A well-worn door key,
Familiar and yet baffling,
Lay in her hand.

She started to speak,
Confident and sure until,
A word hovered ….. out of reach.

She saw him approach,
Wide smile, arm embraced but,
His name evaded her.

Brake lights brightly lit.
Left, right, she looked perplexed as
The way home vanished.

A gradual decline
As language disintegrates,
No past or future.

Only this moment ...
then this too... 
is...
gone.

	

Published by poetdoesarun

I started running 14 years ago to help manage anxiety and depression and found the endorphins helped me in another way...to write my sermons for Sunday.... and then inspiration came for poetry. A Christmas present 2017 was a book by Jo Bell, challenging the reader to write a poem a week for a year. This blog showcases these and other poems composed on the run.

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