Pennies in a Garden

by Joelly Cameron

We are merely pawns, and somehow get caught between leisure and survival.

Our elementary needs are no longer constant,

But instead we become picked up, brushed aside, and looked over.

Our hearts beat us on towards a final place, where we become hyphenated.

Combining us unto one,  most deserving soul.

That person we long to survive with,

But dare not think of life without.

For life would be cold like dice amongst our hands,

A mere song without a tongue to sing the verses.

At a time, I was moving through spaces,

Somewhere past leisure and well beyond survival.

I had become somebody else’s goal.

When all other promises were lost,

As if they were pennies in a garden full of weeds.

You picked me up, and moved me past go.

Unto one most deserving soul.


5 Comments to “Pennies in a Garden”

  1. We are only pawns as we go through life. Great to see you here Joelly.

  2. intimate and cohesive and, i loved the hyphenated verb!

If you enjoyed the poem. please leave a comment.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: