There’s a poem in my pocket
it’s just waiting there
written on a scrap of paper
a poem still to share

Not very long
and yet the words still speak
sometimes I take it out
just to have a peek

Written and saved
it’s crumpled and worn
but this is how
great poems are often born

In my pocket it waits
until someone comes along
to share it with again and again
in the universe belong

9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Yoli Caban
    Apr 18, 2013 @ 08:25:06

    Love it. I do that sometimes, especially when I write something on a napkin while out dining!


    • Deborah Horton
      Apr 18, 2013 @ 21:00:37

      I do too! I am a real snippet saver…if I think of something a phrase or a word that would work in a poem, I write them down somewhere, anywhere so that I can remember them later. I think it may be a byproduct of my older age ๐Ÿ™‚


  2. kalabalu
    Apr 18, 2013 @ 07:26:11

    A letter written by my beloved
    Still pressed and folded it sits
    in the folds of the pages, I never miss
    I read it many times before
    But, I want to read it once more
    The words are soft , meaning so clear
    When I read, she comes to me so near
    I can see her smile through the sheet
    Although crumbeld and a bit torn
    It is not going to last too long
    For its already got worn
    I await for the next letter
    filled with fragrance of love
    no, I never share this ever
    its from my beloved soul.


  3. thesanctuaryofmyheart
    Apr 18, 2013 @ 07:04:26

    Loved it!!! ๐Ÿ™‚


  4. dulzimordash
    Apr 18, 2013 @ 06:40:42

    Reblogged this on Natureโ€™s Abhorred Vacuum.


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