The one cent poem

 

The one cent poem

(bare)

 

The worth of your

Writing describing

The deepest sentiments

Of your inner soul

 

Coal black sentiments

Out of my twisted mind

While I was out

For the sun to find

 

A creation, new and

Shiny as my black

Dancing shoes

As I read the message

 

‘Money into your account’

Jumping up, just checking

To find …

One cent for my poem

 

Written with love and care

Leaving me

Bereaved of my creation

And a little bare

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Words are words but actions speak louder and if you tell someone you love them but don't show it the words are not worth a penny... awesome write.

[Susan S.]

Between stanza one and two you change person.

My feeling is that the last stanza is redundant. You've explained how you've bared your soul to make this piece of literary greatness. Leaving it at one cent really puts the capstone on the poem. Just my TWO cents!

Susan S

[Kimberly]

The perfect description of something that every writer goes through. (Though I'm still waiting on the first penny!) It's not about the money, but, yet, you've given a little piece of yourself to everything to write and to see that piece of yourself totalled up and a price-tag placed on it (I can imagine) is a little painful. Keep writing, be secure in the knowledge that your penny poem is priceless.

[Michael]

Ah, just why do we write? Hell, I don't know but a penny might be a King's ransom or an insult - it all depends on how we see it.

Very good balance and flow. I really like it.