In a spartan way
I have amassed a vast fortune
of gold-dusted tears
stuffed deep in patched pockets...
buried in tin cans by the pond
where I dream...
buried beneath the lush carpet of ivy
yet to be pierced
by the longed for jonquils
with their promise of Spring.
They are hoarded and sewn in the seams
of my luminous armor...
not to be spent on frivolous whims
or flashed for the greedy world
to ogle...
and squandered not
on your leaving
budd
*Pat*
with elegance!
Lady Vivian
written.
Always,
Deborah
Ron
Anna
a can of beans in tomato sauce to
the fall of Troy - is always secondary to me
(although some themes are more interesting
than others, i admit); what really does it for me
is the writing, the way words are chosen and handled,
and here, Pat, words are chosen and delivered so well
i sit up and pay full attention - the most interesting poem
in a while
kudos!
john
Love ya!
Jane
Cheers,
Dan