Scraps of Poetry

scraps of poetry
falling out of my pockets
rumpled up with coins

pieces of my life in creases
in between small change

spending nights on the dresser
waiting to join the jingle
of a new day



ย For OctPoWriMo


24 responses to “Scraps of Poetry

    • Yeah.. me’s like I just had to get them out of my head as I don’t always safeguard them. You would think that since it was so urgent as to scribble anywhere, I would keep better track of them. Sometimes I feel like a nut! LOL.


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