Nothing in my pocket but I am rich
a hollow gut socket and nothing to it enrich
Heart treasuries, hunger's remedies
coat cavity and belly full of delicious memories
Salted open sores, buttered smiles
chocolate amores, bittersweet trials
mixed and sautéed in a rusted pan
without a recipe, nothing from a can
Tarnished shadows polished in sun's gold
Behind a mental mirror magic does unfold
Beggar now king, whore virgin queen
Sacred, what was once obscene
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Ah beautiful piece, you know I have a lot of friends, who wouldn't last a day if their bank accounts were even frozen for an hour lol, I like to think the poverty I suffered especially when I was a child was actually a life tool, rather than hunger, I could literally live without everything. A Gorgeous write dear sorrenbarret 🌹
Thanks Teddy for your encouraging words they mean a great deal.
Leave it out, Marlene, I am skint!
No stomach for it? Well let's see what life brings. Thanks for the read and comment Mutley the read is appreciated.
I most certainly have the stomach for it. As for Boycie & co…I don’t know.
Depravation then hallucination in a few short lines. Richly detailed hard times, Soren.
Thanks Dave appreciate the read. Hard ground sprouts few seeds but a hard life poetry breeds.
Got that right.👍
The pile or collection of intriguing and tantalizing details, whose essence as similes or metaphors heightens the experience, leave the casual reader in over his head and the more thoughtful with more to mull than can be put directly into words spat out on the draw. Fascinating and contemplative. Dat's all I has on the fly.
I thank you deeply for the understanding read and kind comment it is most appreciated.
KP says she's always hungry. Dunno why. I feed her as here - memories, smiles, trials, etc. Nothing she can actually eat! lol.
She should be quite shapely then. Thanks for the read Orchi
This poem, phrased in the gastronomy of past love, is quite beautiful. Superb imagery satisfies the palate of the mind. An excellent write my friend!
Thank you so much Bella for the read and interpretation they are valued
Buttered smiles, good one
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated
Another beauty that
showcases your
superb poetic talent!
Wonderfully woven,
skillfully expressed! 👍💯
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thanks Thad for the read and those dangerous words of praise that raise the ego. They are appreciated.
I'd like to pick put a favorite line but no room here for the full poem. Your usual high quality.
Thanks Dan for the view and gracious compliments. They are deeply valued.
We are all rich in our lives soren as we get up every morning.
Andy
Thanks Gold yes that is exactly the point . You got it, it is not the money in the pocket but the sunlight in the heart. Appreciate the read and positivity.
on repeated reflection, I think the secret lies somewhere deep & in many respects delicious behind that mental mirror .. I only have one word to add and that is majestic ..
Your word are always appreciated as are your poems
Fabulous use of metaphor here in a poem of love gone wrong. Superbly penned.
Nothing in my pocket but I am rich
Money doesn’t make happiness. A great read.
Thank you Cassie I deeply appreciate your words whether in review or your poems.
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