Little Bit

Unprepared, without a poem
I remember something about
a locket, or a lozenge
that will fit neatly
into any girl’s locket.
But of course I haven’t
owned a locket since I
was twelve, without reason.
So once again I’m left
with that feeling
of holding a little
bit, my fingers
grasping for life’s
tricky golden clasp.

Day 2 NaPoWriMo
at Real Toads


13 thoughts on “Little Bit

  1. Ah, yes. That tricky golden clasp of life. I love this. And i find metaphorical humor in the fact that I can only wear a necklace for three or so hours before i feel like I’m suffocating. 😉

  2. Seamus Heaney and his wife attended a family christening, realizing only when they got to the house that everyone else had brought a gift. Heaney’s wife said to him, “Well, go upstairs and write something!” He did as he was told, composing a lullaby for the child.

    Here, too, a poem or something is needed to help with a “tricky golden clasp” in life. As your reader, I wonder what might finally be realized to help.

  3. I can so appreciate the imagery here. Last week, at Erma, I learned that the mark of a good writer is the ability to carry the reader to a place and forget they are looking at words. In this instance, I could only see a locket and your words carried me back to being 12. Gorgeous

      1. Even though it was the first and only writing workshop I’ve ever attended, it’ll be difficult to find anything to match. It changed the course of what I want to do next and suddenly, I’m up at 4:45 every morning living the dream at my computer. A-MAZING!

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