Reading Glasses

They hide themselves 
when needed most 
Lost then found 
and set upon my nose

Smudges smeared further
Cursory rub with shirt cloth
before sprayed and polished
by microfiber swath

Blurs turn to clarity
For a while at least
Until glasses laid down
and the cycle repeats


W3 Prompt #186: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Dennis, prompts us to write a 12 line poem about an object that “simply is.”

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20 thoughts on “Reading Glasses

  1. Jodi, I loved this one! I reminded me of my mother who had so many pairs scattered around the house yet could never find a pair! Those cheaters are slippery devils – always hiding and sneaking away just when you need them!

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