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I know it’s here somewhere
but where tell me where?
When I finished last night
I left it right there.
Ten hours of scribbling
and scratching my head,
before I was happy
and headed for bed.
My pen is still here,
my blotter, my ink.
But where is my poem?
I just cannot think.
Has it dropped to the floor,
is it under that book?
Is it tucked in those papers,
where else can I look?
There’s just one thing for it
this place is a mess.
Now is the time
To sort out my desk!
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and providing the photograph.
*This is not a comment on your desk Rochelle, I promise!
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A wise conclusion
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It needs to be done! Cheers, Neil.
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Dear Keith,
Oh, you have captured me in verse. I’ve heard it said that those who are proud of keeping a tidy house will never know the joy of finding something they thought irretrievably lost. Love this poem.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. I’ve always wanted an excuse, thanks to you I now have one!
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What a beautiful mess✨🤗
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There’s beauty in everything, at least that’s what I tell myself!
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I couldn’t agree more. Even in the mess and our messy being 😊
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Oh, do I know! You’ll have to be like me and pile all loose papers in a tub labelled “Someday.” That’s ORDER chez moi. 😉
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What a good idea, I might just try it!
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Wonderful. It feels like the desk tidying has been put off for too long! 🙂
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It certainly has and I’m not too bothered!
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Aha!
Am sure you’ll find many more items! 🙂
Here’s my story- The Missing Girl – Anita Sabat
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Quite a treasure trove! Cheers Anita.
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Hehehehe!
Out with the boxes and feather duster.
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Bonfire tonight!
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A tidy desk is the sign of a dull mind.
Do you believe that?
No, me neither…
I bet your poem’s gone down the back of the desk amongst all the cables!
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That’s my excuse, even though I don’t actually believe it, and don’t start me on cables!
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It’s true, if you can’t find something, clean up!
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You’re ace at that, I know! Are you free tomorrow?
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Ah, a Seussian Treasure Hunt. Enjoyable read, Keith.
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…now you come to mention it! Cheers, Lisa.
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Whimsical and entertainment at its best. Loved it. I believe the stairs in my house are connected to some time warp. I can’t remember why I went upstairs or even how I got there!
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Thanks, James. If I had stairs I’m sure I’d have the same problem, thank goodness I have a flat!
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I so love this, wonderful. Whenever I clean up the mess on my desk, I never find anything afterwards. My chaos has method.
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Thanks so much. That happens so often to me too. I know I put it somewhere, but where?
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sometimes when you’re looking for something, it could just be staring in your face. nice take on the prompt. 🙂
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Yes, time and time again!
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You’ve organized such a creative and wonderful poem out of that chaotic prompt. Well done, dear, imaginative, Keith. 🙂
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That’s really kind of you Bill, thanks.
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I can sympathize with the mad chaos.
Chaos Beware … there will be a cleaning crew, just not today.
Good one, Keith.
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Thanks Isadora.No one touches my mess!
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Gaining clutter, is such fun, ( now where are my glasses )
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Funny you should say that, I have 3 pairs dotted around so I always have one in view when needed!
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What a fun response to the photo. I love it.
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Thanks Margaret, not my normal style but it was fun to do!
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Great rhyme and when I read it I thought it was me!!
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What, you as well? What an untidy lot we are!
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Wonderful, Keith. It put me in mind of Dr. Seuss 🙂
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Hahaha oh my gosh, sounds like my handbag haha I can never find anything in it. Well done. Great poem
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Style and content especially pleasing to me.
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