Tuesday, July 7, 2015

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 14




June 28th, 2015   14) Beggar

Woeful you sit upon haunches
as if meaning to pounce
when her form presents itself

naked from the inside for
there is no sparkle in her eye
or water left inside your cup

nothing is what you have
and you wish to give it all
to an empty hole

in hopes that filling it
will give you what you seek
treasure burrows underneath

and must be unearthed
through dirty work
yet you yearn to beg

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