cropped-437px-arnold_bc3b6cklin_-_das_irrlicht_-1882.jpegIn the darkest places
of rest
the mind finds
what’s left
in our pockets
whether we wanted
it found
or forgotten.

About pinklightsabre

Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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8 Responses to “Found”

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  2. ksbeth says:

    emotional lint that sticks

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Akuokuo says:

    Sorry to be repeating myself–but, lovely, lovely, lovely!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. alesiablogs says:

    God –how do you do this??? I finished a piece just on this subject dealing with my own writing ( mostly the writing) that is hard for me to share openly!!! Damn how did you do this? haha

    Liked by 1 person

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