Fresh and clean
to smell and feel
my favourite jeans
like second skin
but as i zip up
i feel a lump
a wad of fluff
a foreign feel
i pulled and fished
but there remained
fibres and particles
in the pocket deep
i pinch the bottom end
and pull from inside
'til it's fully out
a white-washed tongue
letting the wind
take up in its wings
the remaining fluff
of what once was
my marks and grades
of a school year done
obliterated, disintegrated
into lumps of pocket fluff
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 29th, 2022 09:19
- Comment from author about the poem: here's one for those at school! and those with memories of school!
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Comments2
The imagery🤩is brilliant! brought back memories when I hid a term paper under the bed and found it months after 😂 A well written poem💖
Thanks JudyStella, those were the days!
Good write CB.
Good memories too! Thanks orchidee… spell checker likes orchids 😝
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