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Inheritance
Poetry Month
I am a child of dreams,
of inspiration,
like amber diamonds on river’s edge,
as sun swallows morning,
but the rent is due
on the first of the month
and baby won’t stop crying.
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The crimson sunset invites the moon
to smooth its jagged edges,
but the bill collector’s on the phone,
I pray he lose my number.
Tell me lies if you will
how there is no dichotomy,
no disparity
no injustice
that one day soon I will inherit the earth,
and maybe I will take a sip,
a shot,
of its sweet and sacred serenity.
Grace notes: April may be Poetry Month, but admittedly, I’ve been feeling overwhelmed and uninspired. That is, until I found inspiration to coincide or collide with life from April’s prompt from Catharsis Chronicles about things we inherit without consent.
Check out the prompt and competition below —
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