Stowaway
I got up early
on Saturday morning,
saw the aluminum sky
so turned the computer
on and flew to the sunny
shores of Writer’s Island.
There I found a shiny shell,
picked it up and put it
in my pocket. All day
I carried that stowaway
with me. I’d slide
my hand in and feel
it nestled there, smooth
and full of possibilities.
At night I placed it
next to my bed
and woke up today
dreaming about this poem.
8 comments:
A most original stowaway. I liked it.
I love putting prompts in my pocket and letting them hide there til they tell me what they want to say :)
stowaway...prompt in the pocket...really like what you did here...and a well written poem...thanks for sharing this
Some days the beach is littered with such shells - others, there are none.
Yeh the shiny shells need to sit there for a while before the world
can adore them Very good
This poem just left me feeling so happy. I too have tucked treasures away to enjoy secretly throughout the day.
I'm always sticking a pebble or shell or feather in my pocket, seem to need touchstones. The poem feels familiar, a very real part of my experience of being human.
A few bits that drew me in..."aluminum sky" Love that image, the flow of "full of possibilites", great wording/idea. Also, really am a fan of the sweet, little zing-of-an-ending (I'm a sucker for those).
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