Sigrid Ermine Poet Persona

Constancy Trumps Currency

Currency runs us,
       binds cuffs of dependancy to us

We become 
            what we're paid to do

Or transform 
             according to the clock 

Currency discusses what's needed
                         what's expected, agreed

A hand out is a hand filled 
                     According to job description 

Consider a job done half heartedly, half completed
                                                              If payment is insufficient 

Currency comes with requirements, fake smile tense
                                                              Currency goes when done

Society is sewn on the premise of currency as successful 
                                                       Tender, deals, tenures, exchange 

The factor I'm lacking in my proximity is authenticity 
                                                     Heart warming mode of constancy

Flow of favour stemming from desire, somewhere genuine
                                            Reassurance of supply running two ways 

Constancy is reflex, needs understood
                                             Without discussion 

Voluntary giving, natural provision
                                         Without thinking, gladly

Constancy is home, is known, trust innate
                                               Entity built securely
   
                        Stays





8th August 2020 

Submitted for Silent One's Contest, 

Inflicted

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Anne-Lise Andresen August 19, 2020 at 6:50 AM - Congratulations on your win in Silent One's contest: INFLICTIONS :) - // Anne-Lise :) Sigrid Ermine August 19, 2020 at 2:43 PM Thank you so much, Anne-Lise!

Silent One August 15, 2020 at 4:14 AM The whole of the world is inflicted by such things... Congratulations on your placement in the contest. Sigrid Ermine August 19, 2020 at 2:42 PM That's definitely right. A far less personal poem this time! Thank you, SO

Gershon Wolf August 9, 2020 at 7:49 PM Utopia is just a poem away! Alas and alack, we live in a world of currency, constancy, 'blind cuffs of dependency' -- love that phrase -- and inauthenticity -- your great phrasing telescoped there. This goes straight into my FAVES, Sigrid. Truth, truth, truth screaming from every line. Peace and Pleasure, Gershon Sigrid Ermine August 19, 2020 at 2:41 PM I just read this now. Thank you, Gershon

Gary Radice August 9, 2020 at 9:14 AM I used to work in a bank many moons ago and felt I was being paid to be someone I wasn't. Corporate fake smiles hid this young adult's fustration back then, that's for sure: I wasn't being faithful to myself. One thing I did learn in my short tenure with banking was that money wasn't the real problem as much as the love of money. Great poem Sigrid. :) Sigrid Ermine August 9, 2020 at 2:52 PM Wow, you had the insight (like a money psychologist)! Thank you for stopping to read and comment, Gary.

John Gondolf August 8, 2020 at 9:37 AM It is sad that some people judge others by their wealth without considering the person that they really are. I'm not sure if this is the meaning you had in mind, Sigrid, but this is the way I read it. Have a great weekend my friend. Hugs, John