NaPoWriMo’s Poem a Day suggests a poem about money today. I think this probably explains it all. It’s also rough, but the effort, again, is my main drive. Especially this week because AWP is going to take up most of my time. Hope you enjoy, or you at least nod your head once.
Stones and twigs
then shells to beads.
These metal, plastic and paper symbols
plague my moral soul.
Arbitrary monopoly slips.
I watch the number grow
in debts, in charges, in interest.
Thus dwindles the tactile object.
Why should I believe in You?
That which so many worship–
genuflecting at Your vaulted temples,
determining worth by Your blessings.
I have nothing–in terms of You.
You do not bless me
but those who lie, steal, cheat.
Without method, You endow.
But I am not so unhappy,
despite Your lack of patronage.
I know how you evolved
into an Idea, the symbol of prosperity through quantity.
But it is quality You lack.