Thursday, July 14, 2011

full of coins

hunger is sometimes preferable to loneliness.

a stomach will twist-

but hands become dirty and heavy when full of coins.
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23 comments:

  1. MarianJuly 14, 2011 at 9:40 AM

    aw, true. sigh.

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  2. noneJuly 14, 2011 at 10:05 AM

    I really enjoyed this piece

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  3. AnonymousJuly 14, 2011 at 10:14 AM

    excellent observation.

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  4. Kerry O'ConnorJuly 14, 2011 at 10:45 AM

    You say a lot in a few.

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  5. AnonymousJuly 14, 2011 at 11:03 AM

    How very true.

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  6. AnonymousJuly 14, 2011 at 11:51 AM

    succinct, lovely, great imagery

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  7. bttrflyscarJuly 14, 2011 at 12:06 PM

    :)

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  8. AnonymousJuly 14, 2011 at 12:35 PM

    Amazing how much can be said--quite beautifully--in so few words.

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  9. Eileen T O'Neill .....July 14, 2011 at 2:00 PM

    Amy,

    Very real words. Loneliness can be hidden and difficult to satisfy.

    Eileen

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  10. AnonymousJuly 14, 2011 at 2:14 PM

    Beautiful poem I love your work

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  11. UnknownJuly 14, 2011 at 3:46 PM

    Yes... there is a burden associated with possessions, with stewardship. Terrific, Amy!

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  12. Lynette KillamJuly 14, 2011 at 7:06 PM

    A concise and truthful observation. Hungers of many kinds need to be fed...

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  13. Sherry Blue SkyJuly 14, 2011 at 9:09 PM

    This sounds rather Confuscian:)

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  14. Erika RTJuly 14, 2011 at 11:21 PM

    Lovely piece, and so concise and effective.

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  15. AnonymousJuly 15, 2011 at 5:35 AM

    Countable number of words, but countless things said. So true.

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  16. bttrflyscarJuly 15, 2011 at 6:28 AM

    your comments are lovely. thank you.

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  17. EllaJuly 15, 2011 at 7:02 AM

    I, too felt a Confucius vibe in your words~

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  18. madhumakhiJuly 16, 2011 at 1:42 AM

    True. The wealthier we become, the more we lose.

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  19. gsb3July 17, 2011 at 2:22 PM

    Interesting notion, and true. My curiosity wants to know, why hunger? Hmmmm...

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  20. AnonymousJuly 19, 2011 at 12:05 PM

    Beautiful, short and sweet but poinient

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  21. bttrflyscarJuly 19, 2011 at 1:30 PM

    thanks all~

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  22. Judy RoneyJune 7, 2012 at 8:21 AM

    So succinct and meaningful in few words. A poets dream!

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  23. AnonymousJuly 10, 2012 at 11:13 AM

    I loved the piece for the groovy somersault it gave my brain, but once it settled and I thought more I'm not certain if I completely understand your logos- thankfully though I don't have to! Peace.

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