Sunday, November 30, 2008

Poor

And suddenly they were poor, their money
Evaporated. It was horrible and it was beautiful,
The sudden freedom of having nothing, setting
Aside all cravings, ignoring their credit cars
As if they were old lovers showing up drunk at their
Glittering engagement party.

They stayed home instead of giving in to the malls,
Settling for homemade coffee and tea, for reading books
Long neglected while listening to old records while
Nestled beneath old blankets. They were so poor
In this new economy they forgot how to be
Dissatisfied with last year's model.

So poor.
So poor.
So poor,
They almost forgot to be unhappy.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

that is a silly poem. nothing like your usual stuff, it is neither heart felt nor well thought out. tut!

David Oppegaard said...

Well thought out?

What good poetry has come of that?

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starshrines said...

I miss the poetry.

Anonymous said...

yes, me too! i miss the poems too!

i do not grudge you your comforts, they are, i am sure, well earned and well deserved; but what good poems came out of a placid state of comfort...

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