Raw thoughts, distilled from my mind's meditations. Free Form


Pockets

Could I
Evermore
Go stand
In a corner?

No more
than a chore
Less than
before Order-

Does the
Room
In your pocket
Come with
Pillows?

I could
Not abhor
It more

I do not like
The awkward
Pockets.

I do not want
To be
Forgotten
spare change
Lost
In a pocket.

Nor do I want to be
The loose change
Tossed on a table.

I want my soul
To be like spiritual gold
Treated like a treasure
Shining pure Love
Reflected among all







Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-04-05 at 21:01

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