I’ve got pockets full of troubles
don’t offer me a fiver
I can’t make change
I’d pay more than a penny for
new thoughts
new stories
different endings
tearing holes in my pockets
pour out my sorrows
ending up
with rocks in my shoes
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Valerie Roney 
Ok gang, you know the drill. Add your own poetic reply leaping off from theme or phrase or whatever. If you don’t know the drill you can read more at Sohbet.
I’ve updated my Right Now page as a brief mention of the “troubles” and explanation of where the hell I’ve been the last two years, but the short answer is: I can’t even…
Looking forward to hearing your poetic replies and getting some conversation going on here again, whatever troubles you may or may not be having these days.
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I love that you’re blogging again!
I would love to add a line, but what little is left of my brain is writing a semi-distopian work of fiction. Because I’m crazy.
Keep going :) (Also, this is beautiful)
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I’ll second that cheer! Looking forward to the poetic conversations.
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rocks in my shoes
holes in my pockets
dust arising behind me
what a journey
uphill, downhill
cast my eyes to see what before me
take a breathe
down to my toes
pick a place on the horizon
but don’t forget to smell the roses
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Rocks-y shoes
Like little needles of pain
Whacky acupuncture
Longing for cool waters
I stop
And sit
And dream
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