Paying Ahead

Each poem
comes with a price already paid,
There are few bargains,
Sometimes a battle
between thrill and fear

and sometimes hunger,
so many nights alone
under the moon.

Even the rose
has a sting, a bleeding
from a hidden thorn, but that’s
a seasonal thing; the levy
for endings is always dear.

The poems that cost the most
and are the best, The ones that stare
you down and dare you not to care,

Those with something extra
in their aura, with no interest
in a pound of flesh; they
are bankrolled
with bits and pieces of the soul.

6 thoughts on “Paying Ahead

  1. And people think poetry is free and easy. Hah! Actually, there is free poetry out there, a lot of it, strings of clichés and catch-phrases picked out of the air. But the words that cost nothing are worth just that. As you say, Sarah, “The poems that cost the most…are bankrolled with bits and pieces of the soul.”

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