You search in your pockets. You come across old notes, tiny love letters. You hit upon pearls, memories, laughter and joy. A song warble out of your pockets Tell tales of all the things that once been there. You discover sand, stones. Nothing last forever. A butterfly leave the darkness of your pocket, seeking for one you once left. In you pocket you meet the words you never said. The memories you wish you could forget. All the things you're ashamed of. You laugh, cry. You dig down in your pockets, uncover some old pocket fluff.
Great stuff cass!! Love the idea of digging through your pockets, such a sweet, meaningful metaphor. I'm truly impressed. Last stanza is -perfect-
what do you find in your pockets then michael? I hope it's something wonderful, but please tell me guys, what do you find in your pockets? any funny stories or weird things?
Great piece Cassi~! Enjoyed this alot. I'm always sticking odd bits and pieces in my pockets and have ever since I was a lil kid. Stones that caught my eye, any little thing. LoL. it also reminds me of how many things I always found in my daughters jeans on wash days,all the notes and junk.
thanks gdhmomchild! glad you liked it well, I also used to put all sorts of things in my pockets too...and so one day one of the girls in my class started to talk about pocket fluff, and i though; I got to write a poem about it
