Twiglet #268

in a coat pocket

A twiglet’s aim is to “prompt” a thought. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but comments should not be expected.

Ball of Lint

Once upon a time
there was a ball of lint
he thought himself complete
stuck to an old spearmint
he spent his whole long day
in a coat pocket make of silk
Picking up new fragments
like cold cereal soaked in milk.
He thought that on day he’d
go rolling in the sun
But darkness in the pocket
Was his only kind of fun.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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