Living under the
stars,
I walk with the world
upon my back,
Fog upon the horizon
blinds me to the day,
Money is a stone
thrown
into the well
of my being,
Echoing my emptiness,
As I stroll along
the highway,
I pause sometimes,
to watch
the pursuing clouds
riding along
on the gold skirt
of the silent sun,
While I stand
empty of riches
I still smile to myself,
for I have my health
and a pocket full of dreams,
And I know
in my heart
that
I am rich indeed
Author notes
Prompt : http://caught-cartooning.devianttart.coart/HATE-101370710
A contest entry
- journey by autarky.
900 points, ended November 21, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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An inspirational piece.
"Money is a stone thrown into the well of my being.' What a great image. There is a dignity and lyricism about the piece that I really like. Poverty may be a bad state to be in at times but you have elevated it.
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Wow!!
This is one Powerful piece You have versed and the last line tugs hard- grabs Spirit
When I think of those who have less than what I am Blessed with but still smile, still look forward to another day- Your last line- just swells the eyes
Love this!!
I wish You much Happiness while You continue on Your Journey
Magnificent message You weaved~ Woot!!!!
A Journey I am Honored to read
Thank You for sharing Your Heart and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
Best wishes in the contest too
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
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I love your images - and the uplifting ending that you have. I especially like,
'While I stand
empty of riches
I still smile to myself,
for I have my health
and a pocket full of dreams,
And I know
in my heart
that
I am rich indeed'
best wishes in your contest.
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