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
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10/15/15
For OctPoWriMo
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thoughts and entanglements 
I have a coin bank. Sometimes I remember to put my coins in it. Other times they jingle around in my purse until I find something to spend them on!
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A bank is a good idea:)
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Such a nice read about life of a poet.
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Thank you;)
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Simple and straight forward 🙂
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Oh wowza, another great one–LOVE the ending, “join the jingle of a new day” sounds so bright and shiny with hope!
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Lol, thanks. 🙂
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Most welcome.
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Poets can take any possible image.. (Y)
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Same here. Loved the way you expressed it. 🙂
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Thanks:) Glad you could relate.
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Wow!
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Could relate to all the bits of poems on crumpled paper. I find them everywhere:)
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Yeah.. me too..it’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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I love the image of scraps of poetry falling from your pockets!
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Thank you. Thanks for taking the time:)
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Love the imagery here. It made he smile. 🙂
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Good! That made my day:)
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Oh! I LOVE this! Yes.
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Thanks. LOL!
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Pieces of poetry tumbling out of pockets…
now there is a lovely image.
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Thank you Jessica, thanks for stopping by.
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My scraps of poetry end up not in pockets but in my son’s folders….:)…..very beautiful poem here…..loved it…
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Ah, that’s beautiful. Glad you enjoyed it.
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