Priceless Junk

Priceless Junk

 

 

you were sadly expensive

a greedy relevance in my life

until the funds ran out

as well as the fun,

 

smiles, and a heart's trust 

is free, until we can't get it back

then it becomes a rare artifact

 

auctioned off to another,

and we count the emotions we have left

realizing, 

 

love has priced itself out of 

range

in counterfeit posture.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/17/18

Reviews

[MsJewel]

Love the metaphor in this well written little gem Jacob. :) Julie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Julie...appreciate your visit.
j.

[barleygirl]

Your poem eloquently addresses a sad truth about many women doing the love game with a scorecard measured in dollars! *sigh* I love all your clever twists of phrase: "until the funds ran out, as well as the fun" and I'm ashamed to say I played this game for awhile too! *sigh!* Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

maybe we all play it in some way, Margie.

thanks for sharing your thoughts...
j.

[Sami Khalil]

It is amazing how pricey things become junk over time or we realize we thought it was pricey but was a counterfeit all along. What an analogy you provide here beloved poet. Priceless...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Sami.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome, sir Jacob.