Open Poetry #47 |
Poor Baby |
MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa |
She sold her soul for the price of admission And she bargained her goodness for the cost of fame She gambled her worth for the promises found on the sparkle of a fantasy And the glitz of a fool's gold Poor baby Whoever promised you the moon On a stringĀ For a mint... lied "I'll tell you how the sun rose A ribbon at a time..." - Emily Dickinson |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Liked this very much. A statement made in the velvet voice of an artist. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Superbly expressed, MorningStar and a very powerful and heartfelt warning to turn around before falling into this trap, or to turn back even after having fallen into it. Owl |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"Whoever promised you the moon On a string For a mint... lied" Nice. JL Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I think far too many could claim this... you wrote it well! |
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MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa |
Thank you all! "I'll tell you how the sun rose |
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