8 December
he had become his own prison
pursuing the cold cruel cash
as if it could be a beloved
he cloaked the wild in himself
he looked through a lens
-a box on the wall -
that skirted the real issues
and he reached for goods as if they were
stars
like a venus in the sky
trying to shine
but he never never looked up
WoW! I love this … and your first and last lines are dynamite!
ReplyDeleteI think maybe he never gave up either?
ReplyDeleteNice imagery here. Great on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteI particularly like the line, 'he cloaked the wild in himself' I enjoy this sunday whirl.
ReplyDeleteLOVE! The spirit that threads through your words shares wisdom. I love "he reached for goods as if they were stars..."
ReplyDeleteYes..the last line certainly made me lookup..true indeed
ReplyDeleteNicely done. This is the human condition, head down, bowed, art the treadmill to consumerism.
ReplyDeleteOne must wonder if he is afraid to look up, afraid he might find his true face reflected in those far away lights.... Well woven,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
How the words suggest the greed, temptation, abuse and hedonism of humanity. Luckily the stars have patience and hopefully mankind will look up eventually but not before much harm is done. Perhaps poets at least will understand Christmas!
ReplyDeleteI like that he never gave up, we will not fail, as long as we never give up....
ReplyDeleteMasterful use of the words.
ReplyDeleteThis is definitely my favorite!
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