Once Upon A Pocket

Once upon a pocket

There were secrets to be kept.

In my time we whispered words

Over which we laughed and wept.

We pocketed time in little notes

Slyly passed once and again,

Filling in upon the lines

That in my mind are still to end.

Once upon a time we were still unsure

Of ourselves and sometimes I wish

I could reach in my pocket

And pull out those feelings so girlish.

Naida Lavon

07-20-10

Write Around Portland Workshop Summer 2010

Prompts:

In my pocket…

Or

Once upon a time

3min free write.

I had had these two prompts in the previous workshop

and thought they were boring so I decided to mix them up a little.