Unpacking all that it can carry,
grief finds a destination in my thoughts.
It chooses the spaces where it wants to be.
It’s not being brash, or intentionally unkind.
Memories, the ensemble within,
seek to be worn, over and over.
Buttoned close to me as love perseveres.
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Travel Bag
Hello, Michael,
Much to like with this. Memories truly are like clothing or a cloak, wrapped around us time after time. They stay with us even as we move on. Very moving title and final line...
Thank you,
L