Pockets of Gold

[Keith]

Hey Keith,
Just pure art, it's the best way I can describe this. You have captured change, growing up, sadness, moving on and so much more in a way that makes this art.

"except for the ghosts of old furniture that appear, just for a second, as I enter each room." ---I think this is true, a perfectly worded image that is quite moving.

"Such places can be found in most of our footsteps and if you know how to look they can almost be touched."---I like the thought behind this and in my opinion one of the best lines I've read in a long time. It's just one of those lines that are unforgettable and meaningful.

This is one of those pieces that overwhelmingly exquisite from start to finish. It really allures the reader into the narrator's thoughts and feelings and feel close to this in a precious way. I really really like this, a majestic and touching read.

Hi arbil_poieo
Thank you for your very kind comments, this was inspired by a poem called Lost in the forest by Pablo Neruda.


Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood--
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

Pablo Neruda