Childhood Games Revisited
Hide and seek, hide and seek.
I set them down and then I peek
here and there, in purse and pocket.
Find my keys and grandma’s locket
but I do not find my glasses
even after countless passes
over tables, desks and floors.
Opening cupboards, searching drawers.
My life is like that childhood game,
but it’s hardly just the same,
For unlike others seeking me,
what I’m seeking I cannot see.
The first NaPoWriMo prompt this year is to write a poem wherein our life is described in terms of a metaphor that is an action. I am comparing my life to playing hide and seek. More literal than figurative, I fear.
(If you’re not familiar, NaPoWriMo – the National Poetry Writing Month – happens every April, an offshoot of NaNoWriMo. Back in 2013 I joined the movement, and I’ve been writing poems daily ever since. If you’re curious, HERE is my first NaPoWriMo poem!)

I love this! Are you going to try to do the prompts everyday?
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Yes.. I started doing NaPoWriMo seven years ago and the next year decided just to go on writing a poem a day which I’ve done for the past six years so for the next month I will probably write two poems a day. Especially easy to do now that we aren’t leaving our houses anyway! Keeps me out of the kitchen!
Are you doing it?
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Yes. I have not posted my poem yet but I plan to. This will be my first year doing it and I am excited to do so. 😁
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Okay.. Looking forward to your NaPoWriMo first.
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Thank you
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I specs you might profit from having several pairs distributed in key places
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I do, Derrick. Problem is I don’t know where those places are! ;o)
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🙂
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but I do not find my glasses
even after countless passes… fav lines
love this!
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Because you identify, Barbara?
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You’ve romanticized the daily struggle we go through to find out things, which we have put away safely.
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Or laid heedlessly in some unaccustomed spot!
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My glasses are found on the top of my head. After hectic search, obviously. 😂
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I used to eventually find them on the wall rack I made for them where of course only Yolanda ever puts them..But this time they were not ever there and of course Y. hasn’t been here for weeks. My decision. I pay her, but she stays home.
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That’s the sensible thing to do.
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Ah, this made me smile with familiarity…………..it is a new trick, this finding things with poor eyesight, and I am a very old dog, so it is not as much fun as one might think. LOL.
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My eyesight would be okay if I had my glasses on to look for my glasses! In one week I still haven’t found my newest and best pair!
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In Santa Barbara, I spend hours helping look for glasses — two pairs here, one over there, one by the computer, another in a pocket and finally on the bed! It’s a never-ending battle! Even here, one by the computer, one by the bed, and dark glasses in the car! What fun it is ~ ~ ~
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What keeps us mobile. I can look right at them and not see them. Did you find the glasses in the photo I published with the poem?
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Yep — tucked in beside the paper holder! What I didn’t see till now was this last comment of yours — sorry for the delay!
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Nice twist on hide and seek and I enjoyed the fun rhyme scheme.
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Thanks, Maria…
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