washout

washout

A Poem by James Paulin


found in pockets soiled or stained

missed combs, coins and other things

some of which beg be explained

bits to which suspicion clings

 

receipt or note, bag of pot

some cigs, pills, speed citation

mom says “something you forgot?”

instant accreditation


© 2015 James Paulin


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wonder if I would find my lost plectrums in those pockets.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Sometimes Mom gets lucky and finds a 20.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great rhyme scheme, a good write. Especially like "Bits to which suspicion clings" gives the poem its forgotten feel.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really enjoyed this write.

...so nicely written.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pockets-full of memories... and allusions.
I liked the after taste here.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on March 30, 2012
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James Paulin
James Paulin

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After 38 years of working as an automotive design sculptor, I retired and have been doing a bit of fishing and writing poems. I've gotten better at both and had some recognition. Most of my poems are .. more..

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