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Weightless Treasures, a Poem

Updated on May 3, 2012

Poor, but Rich

All my money goes to my dog,

or my Brother,

I deride myself for my shabby settings

but, in my heart of hearts,

I can't live any other way...

sure, I dream of a

new couch,

or dining set,

my fingers lovingly

inching along the frame...

But, in this life,

my treasures are weightless-

a mourning cloak whittling the air,

fiddlehead fern coiled under dead leaf

already awoken from Winter's dream,

the eagle that flies overhead,

the tiny owl that thought my home was his;

I lifted his hollow feathered body

back to the midday sun,,

and sandhill cranes I walked down the drive,

mallards my dog chases from pond to pond,

and fireweed shoots that grow inches a day-

the violet leaves are green already,

they must have taken the frost

like rock candy, just coated, and waiting

to be released, and if you miss even

a day, you might miss their advent,

and that goes for every bloom, and plant

and grass and beast-

the sun pole-vaults to

the middle of the sky

and blesses, without reservation, or remorse,

all those beneath it,

and that's just spring!

The treasures of summer are so lavish...

maybe I should be embarrassed about

how rich I am...

I gaze at the candle I leave burning

day and night,

and after a long day at work,

I write to you,

my friends..


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      Prudence 3 years ago

      It's spooky how clever some ppl are. Thsank!

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      Tina 3 years ago

      Toohudcwn! That's a really cool way of putting it!

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      Lillian K. Staats 5 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Thank you Hy... you must know i feel the same about you!Spy, thank you for visiting! Anna, you are a country treasure..Nikkigurl, hey Gurl! Long time no see... thank you! Nell, sweet Nell! May all the blessings of the universe rain on you! Love yaz, lily

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      Nell Rose 5 years ago from England

      Amazing words lily, I totally agree with everything you said. Who cares whether we have a big home, or lots of new things? All we need to do is open the door and see Gods creatures and the wonders of nature, beautiful.

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      Nikki Wicked 5 years ago from Louisiana

      you describe your life so well

      beautiful imagery.

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      anndavis25 5 years ago from Clearwater, Fl.

      I feel the very same way about life. Never able to express it, as I read this, I say; oh yes, oh yes.

      Thank you Lily,


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      IAmForbidden 5 years ago from Neverland - where children never grow up.

      Thank you for this wonderful poem.. we are rich with the things around us, things free to use and enjoy. Blessings to you Lily.

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      Brenda Barnes 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

      I treasure the time and care you give to me, your friend. Thank you for writing such great stuff and gifting us with your words. If we all lived like the violet and used the frost to bring sweetness, life would be so much easier to bear. But you do that Lily. You see the beauty in the world around you and soak up the delicate richness. Bless you for seeing your riches are not man's designated ones but the treasures God Himself created.