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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Shine

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Ten?

Twenty?

How many

Do you need?

Fifty?  Sixty?  Is that enough?

You count friends like a cashier counts coins

You jingle them in your pocket to make sure they are still there

You like to sort them by value, put them in neat piles, admire your fabulous collection - oh, how it has grown!

Never mind the dust, chokingly thick, as they sit on your book shelf; you know that underneath the layers of neglect, they will always shine brilliantly at your gaze, won’t they?

submitted for Poets United, Verse First, Fibonacci Poems (mine is in increasing word number/line)

13 comments:

Brian Miller said...

whole lotta surface connections but not a lot of depth...and when something really goes wrong...who will be there?

Laurie Kolp said...

Ahh... spot on.

Mary said...

This poem makes a good point. If friends only 'sit on the shelf,' are they friends? And how long will they be around?

moondustwriter said...

I was thinking of books / but few of mine collect dust
nicely crafted

Sherry Blue Sky said...

So well said. Sounds like the person prefers quantity to quality:)

Libby Meador said...

I went with books, too, because they do shine back at you from the shelf, reflecting your memories of a good read.

Kim Nelson said...

LOL! For the love of money, you gave us a good look. Well done.

Jo-Anne Meadows said...

I so agree you have hit the nail on the head with this, a poem about collecting friends this is what so many do on FB

Helena said...

I'm forever jingling in my pockets, too, and sometimes use foreign currency......

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I enjoyed this read!

purplepeninportland said...

Lola, this is a thought-provoking Fib. Love it.

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Pat Tillett said...

It reminds me of my mother. Lot's of people she called friends, but an inner circle of only one. Herself...