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Monday, January 8, 2018

Not Every Dreamer


I took all the silver you promised
and penny rescued reality…..
where money sparkles, empty huddles.

A tin cup carries more jewels than a deceiver’s tongue.
Gold can’t buy love nor can love thrive in a glass heart.

I didn’t ask you to give me the moon, only your hand
to hold beneath its light.

Not every dreamer has a fairytale obsession.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

4 comments :

Jim said...

"Not every dreamer has a fairytale obsession" is a rule for your common sense writer. To me the tin cup puts her into the lower caste level with beggars and the like. She has had to struggle for all she gets and for sure wants a fair shake from her love. ??
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Kerry O'Connor said...

I like your angle on the theme,Susie. Money can buy stuff but not one thing that counts towards love, fulfillment or inner peace.

kaykuala said...

I didn’t ask you to give me the moon, only your hand
to hold beneath its light.
Not every dreamer has a fairytale obsession.

Was it asking too much? Sometimes one's tact and even sacrifices don't mean a thing!

Hank

Sanaa Rizvi said...

'Not every dreamer has a fairytale obsession'.. love the ferocity of this last line and the truth that it carries. Brilliant write.

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