Shopping is a Mood

My cart stopped.

I loosened my grip on the handle.

There before me was the most beautiful blue sweater hanging on the rack.

Then it wasn't.

Who was this random woman stealing my joy?


Then, relief as the fuzzy blue garment was rehung.


More browsing.

Relaxing while perusing colorful used clothing.

Imagining the lives the pieces had.

Collecting my finds.

Checking out, inspired by my scores.

Back to real life.

This poem is about: 
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741