No Price

Posted on October 18, 2020 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #41:  What's The Price  (posted by Rommy)

Write your interpretation of the question:  What is it worth?


A comfortable home,
warm and cozy.  Pets
of your choice to cuddle

Food in the pantry,
so you will never know hunger.
Clothing to keep you protected

Do you have your health?
Wealth cannot guarantee it.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to No Price

  1. Lisa says:
    October 18, 2020 at 1:26 am

    Those are all the things we need! Food, clothing, shelter, our health, and pets! To be happy I’d add in a garden, but that’s because I have one. If I didn’t I’d add in container plants!

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  2. Rall says:
    October 18, 2020 at 1:27 am

    There are a lot of things money cannot buy. It would be a better world if the knuckle dragging neanderthals understood this. Good poem

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:
    October 18, 2020 at 1:43 am

    What you describe is wealth indeed! And though monetary wealth cannot guarantee health, health is in itself a precious form of wealth.

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  4. Helen Dehner says:
    October 18, 2020 at 2:38 pm

    So glad I came back for another look at poets who arrived near the end of the challenge… on the surface, your poem might seem obvious .. until the reader lets the message sink in, deep. Happy Sunday!

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  5. Kestril Trueseeker says:
    October 19, 2020 at 10:51 pm

    It’s a shame people forget how precious health is until they or someone they love has lost a bit of it.

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