Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ars poetica, money, penny, poem, poetry on November 5, 2019| 6 Comments »
This year it costs 1.8 cents to make a penny.
It is, perhaps, similar to spending an hour
on an eleven-line poem that very few people
will read. And still, they mint the penny.
And still, I write the poem. Because
tradition. Because poems and pennies
are easy to spend. Because sometimes
the small things make life better—
something to wish on, something
valuable beyond its surface, something
humble to catch the light.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged adage, cliche, love, money, poem, poetry on October 20, 2015| 3 Comments »
A penny for your dreams—
they’re as curious as thoughts.
A nickel for your laughter
if it comes out of the box.
A dime for your happiness
if you’ll share it with me.
A quarter for your apple
if it falls far from the tree.
A dollar for your love,
but only time will whisper
if it’s money down the drain
or a happy ever after.