“in a coat pocket”

Posted on March 2, 2022 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  The Twiglets #268 - in a coat pocket


My coat pocket
is a haven
for crumpled tissues.


He found an odd-looking 
key in a coat he had
not worn in some time.
Never figured out
what it opened.


her coat pockets  
rattle as she walks, holding
collected seashells


              He was told to empty his pockets
             in which there were stolen lockets.
                He said they were gifts
                for some nieces of his  
       Etched names and dates sealed his fate.  Name placed on docket.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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14 Responses to “in a coat pocket”

  1. Arcadia Maria says:
    March 2, 2022 at 2:57 am

    Nicely done poem. Especially liked the limerick at the end.

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  2. Sadje says:
    March 2, 2022 at 3:49 am

    Very well done

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  3. poetrybydebi says:
    March 2, 2022 at 1:56 pm

    I can relate to the first. The third one makes me chuckle… I have a collection of keys that I have no idea about but am afraid to throw them out.

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  4. Misky says:
    March 2, 2022 at 2:41 pm

    Oh those stray keys are always such a puzzle!

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  6. Susi Bocks says:
    March 16, 2022 at 9:54 pm

    Oh, the stories coat pockets can tell us! 🙂

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