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Archive for January 4th, 2009

I weaved the twigs

 

high-up on my starfruit tree

 

to have a nest, a home

 

for my blue bird

 

who has flown away

 

to some unknown horizon.

 

Like a wooden smile

 

which has come to rest

 

on my lips,

 

for me to realize

 

my smile is just my nest

 

my nest in poverty of wait

 

for her blue bird

 

my smile in poverty of faith

 

for her happiness

 

but

 

both of them are rich  

 

in fakeness of my life

 

 

This is my intake for Sunday Scribbling in-take for the week. The topic is ‘for richer or poorer’. From SS…….. 

Twists of fortune, wedding vows, the woes of the economy, dreams of riches. You might write about what it was like being a poor college student, or what you’d do if you won the lottery. Or about what true riches are, or different kinds of poverty: poverty of the spirit, of the imagination, of the pocket. Have you ever encountered true poverty? How about ridiculous wealth? Most of us probably fall in the huge spectrum in between, but if you’ve had any experiences with the extremes, it might be interesting to write about that.

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