Open Poetry #34 |
Poor and Needy, Lonely, Sad |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Poor and needy, lonely, sad! Come! Barter happiness for a bag of trinkets as a fillip and incentive to frolic with the false. Tendered as real currency, maybe there is love somewhere in the wrapping of the bigger picture, but no imaginative flow or fingers of the soul can find a buried treasure when heart belies the fact. On stepping stones of heart over rivers of deceit to banks of certain truth a rocky journey arduous for the poor and lonely, weak, until pennies fall from heaven … but I know that cannot be. Pennies, cents, and dollars, the currency of life, not viable in heaven or the maybe/perhaps lifetime after death but without a money crutch heart becomes a tinkling harp in the big brass band of reality’s demands. And I see my heart falling down, down, down, to the depths of heartlessness decreed as a means of skimming surface needs until pennies fall from heaven like the advent of true love … but I know that cannot be because I lost my heart to you! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
good piece love the ending |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
You captured the mood and the moment perfectly and with great beauty. Eric |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you Dixie and Eric for the read. Yes, life is but a series of moments some passing too soon and others not quickly enough. |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
Great write Helen! ~Alli~ Happy 2005! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you Alli! |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
awesome |
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