Michael Anthony
Michael Anthony
Mar 07, 2022

Old Clothes

I wake up adorned in the raiment of grief
An old coat finishes the ensemble
Patched and threadbare in all of the usual places

The pockets often seem full
with memories and images of the ones I’ve lost
My familiar acquaintance, regret, is usually there too,
avoiding the holes in the fabric time tries to put there

Despite appearances to the contrary,
the coat has been very well made
by all of the tailors no longer here

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: How does this theme appeal to you?
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Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: San Francisco Bay Area - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Bukowski

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Comments

Tracey Underwood

I enjoyed your poem very much. It had a great ending. It was very nicely structured and flowed well. Thanks for sharing.

S

As the years build we can't help but wear the grief of those who have left. Good metaphor using the suit.

Geezer

a fine tailor! He knows just where to put the patches and uses a fine, strong thread to sew up the holes in your pockets of regret. We sometimes fail to see the beauty in an old worn coat, I relish the memories that are stuffed in those pockets and the smell from old friendships, wood chips, and the smoke from a campfire, maybe even the scent of those pines we sat under. Good work! ~ Gee.
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Candlewitch

very wistful write. great nostalgia here. made me feel humble. thank you.

*hugs, Cat

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