This poem is going to be in a new book called 'Glimpses', which is a 'work in gradual progress'. These are short poems giving vignettes of life - few words that say a lot. 

Our  'black hole'

I have read about a 'black hole'

'A triangle', out at sea

But to my surprise, I think I've found

One that relates to me

Recently things have gone missing

And a thorough search I've made

Helped by others, so not only me

But these things our eyes evade

I retraced my footsteps

Where had my glasses gone?

I was at home, in just two rooms

Yet the deed was done

I looked behind and in the drawers

Under the mattress and the bed

But, not even a tiny glimpse

Was noted in my head

I bought a special birthday card

Put it in my usual place

But, when I came to write it

I only found a space

Had I sent it early?

I asked-' no, it didn't arrive'

I search, but it has disappeared

You would think it was alive

The jumper and gilet are

Much bigger things to lose

We don't have a big house

So, few cupboards we can choose

But, they are not anywhere

I've search high and low

I've decided we've a 'black hole'

So, am letting others know

Just in case....

Copyright ACoatesworth2014