With Renewed Interest I return to the art fridge

Fresh from writing group night. I am revived and excited about writing and perhaps even posting that writing on this here blog. I've just created my family's blog, see Woodbut Scuttlebutt, and now think I may use this one again.

Here goes a poem from my Lost Trilogy (no not THAT Lost, the missing stuff kind)

Lost and Found

Basement conceals

The box

In the depths

Last resort

For searching the missing

Brown and ordinary

It stands amidst

An array of strewn

Belongings

No longer possessed

Discarded hats

dirty mitts

Shoes single

Lunch boxes

Half filled in Petri style.

Inside, the pile is deep

seeker be strong

To rifle and rummage

for digging and combing

Desiring precious treasure

Shorts and Socks

Jeans and hoodies

A pair of underwear

The dollar bill tempts me

To take it for my effort

The box denies

Empty handed,

Disappointed and exasperated

How hard to keep track of

one mitten.