A Tuesday Thinking Poem
It's Gone Away
What would it take
to reclaim a dollar misspent
Gone forever
Dollar for folly gone astray
It's on my mind
can't get it off how hard I try
Haunts me at night
in the dark it keeps me from sleep
And in the day
thoughts of that buck haunt me at work
Errant money
I'd rather have thrown it away
Than now to know
out there somewhere wasting away
Seed desert sown
will never take root sprouts will dry
Like a lost pup
Puppy do you thirst do you eat
Never come back
wishing for new love hold you tight
Wolves devour
they could care less fill their bellies
Dollar astray
never to come back not forgot
Do you hunger
do you miss me like I miss you
Always thinking
always wonder where are you now
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/05/the-tuesday-platform_28.html?m=1
- Sanaa found us a poem where the writer is lamenting the fate of a lost kiss, this will be my answer, [To Find A Kiss Of Yours] by Federico García Lorca - 1898-1936
- What are your thoughts?
Labels: Real Toads, Syllabic Form, Things to know, Tuesday Platform
posted by Jim @ 5/28/2019 05:17:00 AM
6 comments
6 Comments:
sad, good imagery
As someone with type 2 bipolar disorder, spending while in a hypomanic state before I was correctly diagnosed (which didn't happen until I was almost 40 years old) is something that I'm still making reparations for, and I don't think I'll ever be done. My OCD (yes, I actually do have OCD, I'm not using the term in a flippant way) compounds the anger I feel at myself because I keep replaying over and over in my head the mistakes I made.
Misspent money and misspent youth are things we can never get back, Jim. I like the sound of the alliterative ‘dollar for folly’ and I know the feeling of being haunted by something that’s gone. ‘Errant money’ makes it sound as if the money got up and walked away.
Oh the looking back! "with rue my heart is laden", lol....the real estate that slipped through my fingers that would have made me a rich woman. Gah. Who knew, back then, how crazy-high prices would get?
No matter the deceitfulness of youth - it's from mistakes we learn...and it can be counted as adventure, anyway :)
so fast so lost once gone...i think as we get older we have to much time to think about it...better to stay young forever and ever and ever...bkm
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