a rare currency

 a rare currency

 

sporadic memory bank

a reserve of intense pension

a social insecurity

there is no retirement of a painful past

it lingers on the job

refusing to take its walking papers

 

so we keep writing checks with a bleeding heart pen

and our accounts diminish to discontent

 

when asked to deposit affections

we sign our poems

and slip a wry smile to the teller,

then turn around and walk out of another relationship

 

just as broke as before.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/2/15

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

A very nice poem. One of my favorite lines was "and our accounts diminish to discontent". Ah, it takes life experience to pen such a line. A heart-wrenching acknowledgment.

This was greatly enjoyed. High marks.

Best regards,

Rick

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for the kind review, Rick.

j.

[Valentine]

This is sad but also very comical the way you have used the system as the background for the write. Well done. Valentine

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Kathie.

j.

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ah, man, this is a sad write, but so spot on... the metaphors are superb and there is such a hopelessness in the voice...'there is no retirement of a painful past', and that is what the audit will show, and, there is no financial advisor equipped to help solve this issue...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, FT.
j.