Day Seven: A poem on ‘MONEY’
Day SEVEN: NaPoWriMo 2015
And now our (optional!) prompt: keeping to the theme of poetry’s value, Wallace Stevens famously wrote that “money is a kind of poetry.” So today, I challenge you to write about money! It could be about not having enough, having too much (a nice kind of problem to have), the smell, or feel, or sensory aspects of money. It could also just be a poem about how we decide what has value or worth.
All the wealth in the world
In a moment, for a life of love;
All earthly treasures
To exchange for a tryst with love!
Life is a desert vast
No joy, nor that throb of pain;
That I live but once,
O fill it with love’s full refrain!
Nothing in this world entices,
Nothing beckons nor redresses
The pangs of the heart, the sighs of the soul,
‘Tis love, not lucre that consoles.
© Lakshmi S. Menon
- Posted in: Free Verse ♦ NaPoWriMo 2015 ♦ POETRY
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