Just In Case
Just in Case
I sneaked a peak
into my pocket,
saved high against
soon lows,
viewed sky against
bluer woes.
Its rock face climbed,
as I moved on,
one Elvis hip,
sometimes softer
than its nestle of pelvis,
other times grinding
a sharp bend
at bone’s end.
I sneaked a peak
into my pocket,
stashed against
the crash–you know,
where mountain
meets ash; self,
aftermath.
***************************
Drafty poem for the wonderful Michael’s “Get Listed” prompt on Real Toads about a change of direction.
Tags: a peak in the pocket poem, change of direction poem, high against the lows poem, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com, manicddaily, saving up for the reversal poem
You can comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.
ManicDDaily 
December 26, 2015 at 8:19 am
Slipping a moment into one’s pocket, a high for future lows, is often a good precaution this time of year, when moods are like a mountain range, full of ups and downs. I especially love the first stanza.
December 26, 2015 at 8:32 am
Thanks. k.
December 26, 2015 at 9:22 am
Nostalgia for Elvis can never be satisfied. There have to be constant reminders of his greatness even with rock-face climbs! Truly said K!
Hank
December 26, 2015 at 9:48 am
What a wondrous way to carry a memory around…
December 26, 2015 at 10:26 am
Oh so perfect! Big smiles!
December 26, 2015 at 11:00 am
I really like the way you set this up with the juxtaposition of highs and lows, leading to the skies and bluer woes. I know the feeling of having a hip that is a little softer than the other, apt to deliver a twinge of pain if placed under stress.
January 4, 2016 at 1:59 am
a-huh-huh, I’m all shook up..
Hey Karin, sorry for the long delay – you’re right, it’s Rose Bowl, and had to shake my money-maker… This is a fun little ditty that yet reveals a deeper truth – for me, the grind of age. Thanks for adding your voice… ~