Today’s prompt:  “For today’s poem, I want you to write a poem about something missing. It can be about an actual physical object or something you just can’t put your finger on (like “love” or “the spirit of Christmas” or something).”

I struggled for quite a while today with a poem about missing persons, which is a topic that I have been somewhat obsessed with lately.  I am driven to write about it;  I thought a poem might work.  Not so much, it turns out.  So here is today’s offering, which is a bit of a cop-out, but I’m going to puppy class tonight and am not going to spend any more time beating my head against the wall.  Perhaps I’ll write about missing persons another day…


Tripod Dog


Missing is

a matter of perspective.

Three legs instead of four;

you think one is missing.

But I know better,

I don’t miss that leg at all.