If I were a coat
Published in Literary Hatchet Magazine back in 2017
If I were a coat
Dangling on a clothes hanger,
My price would be cold
And the buyer would have to be you.
If I were a coat
Worn on wintry days,
Safe on your body I would hang
And watch the birds
Through the button holes.
If I were a coat
Thrown and folded on a floor,
I would wait for you
No matter how long I lay there
Alone, untouched, and dead.
About the Creator
Himan
A displaced writer and translator at heart.
Hope you enjoy my tête-à-tête.
Do you understand haiku?
Do you ever get sidetracked when writing? I do. I think it must be in the nature of the creative mind to draw connections and have a need to explore them. Since the World Wide Web became established in the 1990s, this has become a lot easier to do. The phenomenon being described as ‘going down a wormhole.’ Sometimes a distraction, but I have written some of my best work when I have disappeared down one web wormhole or another. It also happened in the days when most of my research was book based so we can't blame it on the internet. Book research was just slower. These days, guided by my AI friend, it is much, much quicker.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 days ago in Poets
Comments (1)
This was so poignant. Loved your poem!