A poem in my pocket
is trying to get out -
pushing against my seam,
it wants to shout:
"I'm here,
hear me rhyme,
free me from
this linty grime!"
I take out my poem
and share it with you.
Check your pocket,
maybe you have one too?
Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day!!!
I love linty grime and the idea of everyone sharing the poem in their pocket.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Liz! I love to think of a poem as a critter trying to get out of a pocket. = )
DeleteI love the idea of a poem "shouting" to get out, Bridget. Very fun. Sorry I missed this yesterday!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Linda! Most poems want to be heard, don't they? = )
Delete