now where did I put that again?

lol… brilliant writing,,, well done

Did you look between the cushions in the couch?.... thats where I usually find him….x

now that is really nicely put. great work.

Hmmm busy hands is one thing but hands caught up in a routine of looking for what we think is what we need without just taking out some of the ‘garbage’ and having a less loaded ’ handbag’ to carry…. Ohhh I always seem to favour big handbags as well. Not good for the backbone of life me thinks… XXX

F#in brilliant!!!...preoccupied hands caught rummaging and missing the point entirely…I love this! xxxx

I can’t relate to this! I have a wallet. lol

K – bloody fantastic. Something everyone has felt one time or another LOL xoxo

the smallist act, tells all , about you, some times,values, core?

While this lovely little poem feels lighthearted and humorous – that last line says something entirely different. At least to me it does. We’ve all come up short one way or another – entered a room and forgotten why we came there, etc. We do that in part because we are not “mindful” of the moment we are in – we’re thinking of something else – but in this case, the overstuffed purse, what “god” would one be seeking there? Money is the first thing that comes to mind, but for a woman it might well be some cosmetic item with which to beautify herself. Clearly we are a culture that idolizes beauty particularly in the human form. Anyway – that’s probably tangential and not what you meant at all but it’s the first thing that struck me as I reached the end of it. And I love a poem that makes me do a bit of the work – makes me think! xox

LOL :-)) enjoyed that !!

Funny, beautiful and true. Life happens while we deal with the day to day…

god in a bag…hmmm. lol

Point taken. Well done.

Um this is f*ing brilliant K! You clever girl :) xxx

the last line has to be thought provoking. and I am pondering it still. xoxoxo

Excellent….xx

Let me guess, a cell phone? This my friend really reflects the truth of our overgrown dependency on THINGS rather than what’s important in life and for life. Masterfully written. Michael

wonderful

right question, asked of the wrong “entity”!

LOL Those hands have lost their god again? No wonder you can’t get answers from them. Great writing K.

wonderful Aha moment…..

ha ha ha!
and my toes wiggle all by themselves, i always, always carry my bag on my right shoulder, i don’t know how many doorways i walk through each day but i bet it is 500 more than i think, fingers tapping, face muscles tense. leaking like an old colander! ask my hands to find the lost god? might as well ask the microwave!

ummmm ur lost god? do you have a jar of nutella in there
?

nice imagery! love it… (yum nutella- good idea Shoab..)

We do have tendency to let appearance become an icon, or things, or even the motion of doing without really knowing or remember why. I know I have been guilty. Short work but poignant!

wonderful writing

Just a couple of moths having a good time on a bed of fluff.

Now see, I knew you had a special talent. What a lovely line…..poem in itself.