Gershon Wolf Poet Roundel

To Be So Rich

To be so rich that we can buy 
whatever we desire to
They'll envy us, who just scrape by
To be so rich...

We'll lust and love, just me and you
What need our souls to edify
With pleasure's bliss, our rendezvous...

Do I detect a faint soft cry
of prayer unread from empty pew
The profligate sure mocks life's why
To be so rich...

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Kurt Ravidas September 4, 2019 at 2:49 PM Mmm, a unread prayer's faint cry. A brilliant metaphor. I feel jealous... Wait a sec. You said you're good at reading instructions, but there are no instructions for good poetic imagery. WHERE DOES IT COME FROM???1111 Gershon Wolf September 4, 2019 at 6:23 PM All questions should be this easy, my friend: Good imagery comes from---and you know the answer---your imagination, of course! :) gw

Kim Rodrigues September 4, 2019 at 9:17 AM Aptly said! You’re on a roll...awesome! Gershon Wolf September 4, 2019 at 2:17 PM I'm best served plain (on that roll). LOL. Thanks, Kim! :) gw

Line Gauthier September 3, 2019 at 10:40 PM Well penned, Gershon. Gershon Wolf September 4, 2019 at 2:16 PM Thank you, Line! :) gw