A lost key where could it be I just had it yesterday
Search where I might not a trace in sight, all to my dismay
I know it's here, it must be near, my mind races then wanders
I return to the same spot, but there it's not, other possibilities it ponders
My mind races I've checked all the places where it is usually kept
Despite each thought it is not and I wonder where it was swept
With a million rants checked my pants, sought it under the chair
I searched the drawer where I left it before but still its not there
Low and high, I even searched the sky, all to no avail
Looked far and wide under rocks outside but success does not prevail
Went through pages in books in all of the nooks searched garbage's debris
Now in the night under a street light I search where I can see
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Found it now? I was delivering some leaflets. A house had keys left in front door and no one was home. The person had popped out - very risky. I called back later to enquire, and the person had returned home and all was safe.
Thanks Orchi for the read. Used to leave the key in the door so I would always know where it was at but found a simpler method, just leave the door unlocked.
Usually with me, I find it where I'd already checked a thousand times before, but did not find it until I slowed down and took my time. Well penned my friend. 😁👍
Thanks so much. Yea that happens at times but one thing is for sure they are always found in the last place I look.
Looking and living in the dark is a lot harder than doing so in the light I sense is the message here, enjoyed the read
I knew that you would see a metaphor in this and am glad to say I did have such a thing in mind in writing it. Yes it is true that in looking for answers to many questions we can not find them where they lay in the dark
You are very welcome
The speaker is driven by a sense of purpose and determination, as the key symbolizes access to something vital, reflecting the universal human aspiration to overcome loss and regain what has been misplaced. The poem captures the emotional state of the speaker as they navigate their feelings of confusion and frustration, ultimately revealing a resilient spirit. The poem centers on searching for a lost key, which serves as a metaphor for the quest for clarity or resolution, illuminating the potential for transformation and growth. It encompasses feelings of determination, hope, and the desire to reclaim control over a situation, inviting a sense of empowerment and renewal. That's how I felt empowered yesterday when someone said they were guiding me towards a positive path, and they truly weren't!
Thank you Friendship so much for the read and interpretive comment it is deeply appreciated. Yes it is true and I am glad to see you found the metaphor in this. We often become so focused on finding something that we look in the wrong place over and over as if it will magically appear. Then in in the darkness we look where there is no possibility of it being simply out of habit or to say we are searching knowing it won't be there but the location is more comfortable and conducive to search.
Boy...and that makes all the difference! Wow. Love this rhyme scheme, the internal rhyme and the outright musicality of this piece, Soren. This one soars in so many different ways...plus so relatable literally and metaphorically. 🔥🌹👏 Well done, my friend!
Thank you Tristan for your gracious words they are always anticipated and appreciated. Have a great day
You are most welcome, Soren.
We've all had the feeling! Very relatable write!
Thanks so much Ninja your review is appreciated and valued
Of course!
Wow, I've missed your poetry dear friend, love this it's full of imagery and infact makes my think, I'm inspired. Beautiful 🌹
Thanks so much Teddy for the read and most kind words. Glad the you are back
With me the keys can be in three places, in the car, in my right hand trouser pocket or on a hook in the hall. One day I looked high an low for it and found it eventually in my left hand trouser pocket! LOL
Good write soren.
Andy
Sounds familiar. What a great rhyme scheme.
Thank you for taking your time to read this piece it is much appreciated
The uncanny imagery that you played….listing my mind from the forgetful nature of mine to finding the answers to my mundane life…your poetry might be the key…keep penning dear
I love it a metaphoric comment about my metaphor thank you so much for the read and kind words they are always appreciated
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