Filled Pockets

Dear U,

The sadness is very palpable in this piece, as probably intended. You have such wonderful metaphorical images to me.
Lost life in napkins- for me sometimes life does feel disposable especially when someone I know has passed who was nothing but goodness.
“wore my scribbles for clothing” this reminded me of words creeping into my thoughts taking shape and then reshaping my thoughts in and out of grief.
But this “yet my pocket-sized problems
will not ever let up.” was brilliant. Problems may seem pocket sized but nobody ever tells you those pockets are as deep as the ocean.
Great piece. H🌷

Dear H,

I appreciate, as always, your thorough comment.
pockets as deep as the ocean.. yes! That seem instantly filled while we aren't watching.
Hope you're keeping well.
warmly,
ursa 💜

Excellent! What a gift you have. Ty.

You are too kind, Mr. D.
I am humbled.
warmly,
ursa 💜

This is quite a disciplined way of writing being able to use just a few words but yet contain so much meaning and clarity in your message.

thank you so much Laluma; it means a lot to me.
warmly,
ursa