Pith helmet Cap planted atop woolly crown,
Rifle Car keys at the ready
Binoculars Spectacles glinting in early morning light
Eyes peeled, scanning to and fro
Relentlessly searching for quarry
In the most unlikely locations
Adrenaline spikes as
Elusive prey amble across peripheral vision
Then melt mysteriously into the mists on second glance.
*
Life
Is one exhaustingly incessant hunt
Pursuing scores of stuff…
Memories, ‘Lost Marbles’ and one far too Mobile Phone
Adeptly hiding in plain sight
Red on red
or…
Tightly leashed to its charging cable
or…
Absentmindedly abandoned in the peg basket
Under merrily flapping sheets
Spinning round and round
On the clothesline like a carousel
Riding in circles to cheery tunes
Trilled by chirping Willy Wag Tails
Feathered fan tails wagging
Left and right… back and forth.
*
High tech ‘Search and Rescue’ missions
or…
‘Search, Capture and Release’ missions
Led by the indispensable Garmin watch
Zero in on the target
Nearer, ever nearer with its strident
Bling! Bling! Bling!
Coaxing my wayward phone out of invisibility
Back into plain sight…
Nestled incongruously amongst T-shirts on a wardrobe shelf.
*
Sweet relief!
To have and to hold
My life-line and light
Back in my clammy hand
For a fleeting moment
before…
Being casually carelessly plonked down again
Setting the hunt in motion yet again.
*
A never ending song sung in the round!
“Oh where oh where can my dear phone be?
Oh where oh where can it be?
With its ring-tone on silent
And screen not so vibrant
Oh where oh where can it be?”
*
Written for the Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
Comments (5)
It is always phone hunting season in our house. Well done!
I can relate to this. I manage to lose my phone even in smallest tightest places. Great take on the challenge, Angie!
"Life Is one exhaustingly incessant hunt" Now that is the ultimate truth. Loved yout fun take on the challenge!
This was such a fun and brilliantly descriptive read! I love how you turned something as everyday as losing your phone into an epic adventure.
this is my wife...at all times...I love her for it