Prompt: Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you. Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line. Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.
Today, writing is impossible with the influx of work. Even if it's hideously unsatisfactory, this is as good as it's going to get.
Phrase: But hope sustains. It can be exploited.
'A Time Of Torment', John Connolly
'A Time Of Torment', John Connolly
DAY 6: PLAYERS
Her father played the stock market and the market
Had the last laugh - played him instead
Right into the grave. To the last
He believed it would smile on him again.
She, filial daughter, carries on his legacy
Plays the stock market called love
Eyes on the ticker-tape - up, down, buy, sell.
Market crashes. Market plays her
Just like it did her father. Like him
She believes it will smile on her again.
These stocks - sweet words, passion-promises
They won’t fail. If not this time
Maybe the next.
4 comments:
Oh, I think it works tremendously well!
There is definitely something important that the stock market and love have in common - an unpredictability that can hook you! It's a connection that wouldn't have occurred to me. Really interesting commentary on what gets handed down in families, too.
No matter how many times we get knocked down, that glimmer of hope beckons.
I'm liking "Plays the stock market called love
Eyes on the ticker-tape - up, down, buy, sell."
Write on, Shuku, write on!
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