This is my final poem for NaPoWriMo 2020 and was written on the correct day (April 30th) although is a little late in being posted, due to working from home, having the ideas for a couple of short stories (one fairy tale and one sci-fi) and spending time with my family. The prompt for the 30th was “to write a poem about something that returns” – looking at the prompt again this morning, I find myself wondering why I didn’t write about a birthday or Christmas, but hopefully some people will identify with what I’ve written.
And so, for the last time this NaPoWriMo, I give you my humble offering:
Lost and Found
Years ago, I saw a well-known poster –
“If you love something, set it free –
if it is yours, it will come back to you;
if it doesn’t return, it was never yours in the first place.”
Odd how the things that always come back to us
are the things we could quite happily live without:
zits and cellulite and discarded boyfriends
pop up on a regular basis
I keep setting my spare tyre free –
and then it finds me tirelessly,
over and over again.
perhaps we never really ‘lose weight’ –
we just misplace it for a week or two,
until ice-cream and cookies helpfully
bring it back.