More Poetry Etudes

If I had practiced more, maybe Miss Mildred would have whipped me into some sort of pianist. So with poetry. More practice. More five finger exercises on a daily basis.

My laptop is going to be out for a while. They need to order  a new keyboard fom Germany. And I Really hate this app and how I can never format the line breaks  and paragraph spacing the way I wrote them.  I figured out a work around yesterday, but it is not playing with at all today. (Cue emoticon for irritation and frustration . Ah these first world problems.) It’s taken an hour to figure out how to correct some spelling mistakes. And the iPad keyboard is a nightmare for someone who used totouch type  70+ words a minute.  (Yes, I find it cramping to use only two fingers….verrrry slowwwwly.

Intangible Assetts

 

What could we bequeath?

What? That which could not be

held in the hand in a leather pouch,

or made with brick, mortar, sweat?

What could we bequeath?

Thoughts and speech

to last beyond the memory of their breath

on some withered cheek

What could we bequeath?

Let the record speak.

Cosset your goodwill and all

that cannot be locked into a federal vault.

It cannot be bought or sold

or delivered. Take care not to fritter

your intangible capital.

Watch as it dissolves.

You see it in their faces

their incredulity

when integrity is not just broken

but lost forever.

 

Copyright Bee Smith 2018

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