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I push my hand in my pocket

Fingers reach for treasure

Every fret

Every fear

A touch to greet

The deep embrace.


Written for Poetry Jam

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20 Responses to Pocket

  1. Helen Dehner says:

    … every fret, every fear ~ how we greet them, how we meet them. I enjoyed your poem, Alan.

  2. Grace says:

    The ending lines was quite unexpected ~ I do put my hands in my pocket for reassurance though ~ Wishing you a happy day ~

  3. brian miller says:

    smiles…i like how there are treasures, but also frets and fears…we carry much…when we try to carry much…

  4. Mary says:

    Hopefully the frets and fears will stay in the pocket during the embrace! Smiles.

  5. Laurie Kolp says:

    So many possibilities!

  6. peggygoetz says:

    Treasures hidden in the pocket–a bit of fret as well! Nicely done.

  7. Yes, embracing is better than fear and fret. Nicely written! 🙂

  8. I really enjoyed this =)

  9. Sometimes we do carry a lot with us – enjoyed your poem!

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