Soul in a Wallet

♦ From my book ‘Nothing But The Rain’ ♦

I keep your soul
In my ageing wallet,

A faded photograph
Of a Paris affiance,

Dated train tickets
To love’s journey’s past,

Pebbles and sharks’ teeth,
Perforated thoughts,

A menagerie of receipts
Not for returns, but reminders,

I keep your soul
In my ageing wallet,

The unimportant stuff
(Money, cards, coins)

Stay loose in my pocket,
A place as fickle as they.

(These are all actual items in my wallet)
Poem © Phen Weston 2014

18 thoughts on “Soul in a Wallet

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      1. I’m glad you like it. I once responded to a question about why I write by saying “I have words and letters in my veins as opposed to blood I think…”

        Words in the right hands weave greater, more durable textiles than the finest weavers of tapestry.

        Write on…

      2. Beautifully put and I agree completely. Words weave a finer, more detailed reality than any tapestry, lasting beyond life times. Thank you my friend 🙂

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