Wea’ve Written Weekly
The W3 prompt this week, brought to us by the current Poet of the Week, Murisopsis, is to write about poverty in any poetic form, in exactly 14 lines. Go to The Skeptic’s Kaddish to link up and to read the other poets’ work. You might or might not notice I’m a syllable counter in the first poem, alternating 12-12-9/9-9-12. The second poem I experimented with septolet but had to double down to meet the requirements of this prompt. I’m not sure if septolet is meant to rhyme, but this double one does.
1) The Treasury and the Temple by D. Avery He’d never wished because he had never wanted about his enormous wealth he’d always vaunted But now his house he felt was haunted. He became aware of creaks and groans increasingly scared to be alone Felt he was losing command of his lifelong home At first he suppressed any suspicion or fear resisted imagining ghosts lingering here until the truth emerged, oh so clear. He discovered what money can’t buy no payments got his house exorcised and he’d have to remain in it until he died. Too late did he realize the source of true wealth and in vain did he wish for real love and good health. ************************ 2) Say by D. Avery Poor me Woe is me— words of poverty Only gratitude will bring you treasure. Say beautiful day— and it’s that way. Sunny attitude brings wealth of great measure.