The red Jacket

The red Jacket

A Poem by Raven

Victorian Attic Renovation Ideas
In my attic, in a dust-Leadon trunk,
I found an old red jacket.

It bore wrinkles 
and smelled of mothballs.

In one pocket, 
I found an old smile.
But in the burdensome years 
since I last wore it  
I found it no longer fit.

In the other pocket, I found joy.
But it too felt out of place.
I'd worn them both out long ago
through the years of life.

These days, I'm more likely to find 
stress, anger, worry,
as well as wrinkles on my face that
multiply each year.

Someday though, I'll find that old jacket 
whose pockets were filled with hope, 
happiness and inspiration.

They're in a trunk called belief. 

© 2025 Raven


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Hi Raven! I thought I'd check you out since I decided to wear a raven for my Halloween costume.

This is a beauty of a treasure to find! I love the idea of pockets full of emotions.

Now, where did I put that grin?

Thanks for posting!

Posted 2 Months Ago


Raven

2 Months Ago

Your comment is appreciated, ETERNITY. Thanks.
Apports can appear out of no where. They are sometimes associated with ghosts, or from another dimension. We all would like to find something with karma and grace, having hope, happiness and inspiration. Your poem is some good writing.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Raven

2 Years Ago

Thanks very much, Clif. :)
Creative expressive write. I enjoyed this read. I wonder what's in my pockets.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Raven

4 Years Ago

Thank you.
So sad that joy has gone walking, only to be replaced by sadness, stress, anger and worry. Attics can conceal many memories. Some more painful than others.

Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


Raven

4 Years Ago

Well said. Thanks Chris.
Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Welcome.......
Many things are stored in our attics. That is why we should clean them out from time to time.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Raven

4 Years Ago

Agreed, John. Thanks for reading.
and I think someone might have taken that trunk to Goodwill....
It really hurts deeply when smiles and joy no longer fit us...
I do think those old jackets can be patched and the pockets filled with joy again.
Wonderful metaphor here, Dark.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Raven

4 Years Ago

Thanks for reading, J.
Age mellow us, Dark. That's what I've seen with life. And yes in many cases you must abandon the old and embrace the new to find the newfound smiles, the joy, the hope, happiness, and inspiration.

Here's hoping you find the jacket that suits you as you progress through the next parts of your life.

Poem well written. Rating: 100/100.


Posted 4 Years Ago


Raven

4 Years Ago

I appreciate your comment. Thank you.
Beautiful poem and, the title is intriguing.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Raven

4 Years Ago

Thank you. :)

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Added on May 16, 2021
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