Empty Pockets
Day 13 of 365
Waywardly I went
down curves and gravel roads
It seemed evanescence was used
to line my clothes
Nothing I tried to carry with me
had ever stayed.
One day I stripped myself bare naked -
you can't take it with you to your grave.
Then I started collecting daydreams
and pressed wild flowers to my chest,
My hair liquified in sunset
weaving in strands of copper red.
My skin I freckled with stardust,
and moss became my coat.
Who cares about empty pockets
when the Earth has called you home.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Comments (2)
Such a beautiful poem!
This is so calming and beautiful! I love the idea of letting go and finding comfort in nature. The stardust freckles and sunset hair? Pure magic.