75 Cents

by Poet on the Piano   Aug 21, 2012

I picked up the newspaper today,
not foreseeing anything about ink
and papyrus being tender...
but they were.

My knuckles blended into the text
and for once I was reminded
of you, how you cost only three
quarters of my concern
before I read with salted lips-
the truth

some say there can't be comfort
found in truth, but I know how
smooth coins can be,
when I get to send them off and
read you
for the first time.

*Written August 20, 2012 at 8:51 pm.


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  • 5 years ago

    by Chelsey

    I love your mind. Give it to me...

    Id love to ramble on about this but there's no need to. I can bluntly and quickly state what I love.
    - your word usage, its a poem about a paper and yet, you overwhelm me with metaphors.
    - your creativity...money can't buy happines could be one meaning, or its kinda sad how much truth we can find out for only 75 cents
    - lastly, I just love you in general. Your soooo talented and I'm jealous.

  • 5 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    Your work just gets better by the day. This was a great piece of work

  • 5 years ago

    by Britt

    Who would have thought you would find so much inspiration in buying a paper ;) haha

    I love that you can take this for so many meanings. Instantly I felt like you were saying you can't buy happiness, but you can find happiness in the simple treasures of the day/week. $.75 isn't a lot, not something that will make or break people, and you find so much within what you can get for that, instead of spending hundreds of thousands like some do searching for happiness, pleasure, ease, relaxation etc.

    Loved this! :)

  • 5 years ago

    by Xanthe

    Wow, MaryAnne. I don't know how you get so inspired by so many things. Things that easily go unnoticed, things that are perhaps too random? It is inspiring. Reading your work makes me appreciate even the smallest things. Thank you for sharing this with us. :)