Common Luxury
What would it be like
to give it all away?
Blow up this life of comfort?
Empty the bank account.
Stop paying the bills.
Get rid of everything
except what might
fit on my body
and in a wheeled suitcase.
Get cold,
and not know
where my next warmth
might be coming from.
Get hungry.
Like, actually hungry;
not that soft
science experiment
of hunger I call fasting.
What would it be like
to be stripped
of all this common luxury?
To feel the glory
of temperature control,
the nourishment of food.
So that I might be reminded
of how exquisite this modern life is.
Because I sure as hell keep missing it.
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You capture a common wish, even of monks I know! I like the three “gets” in the middle, they anchor the music.
You would be giving away life because it happens…
Love the richness you tuck into every choice you make throughout all your pens– this poem is no exception.
It feels orbate in the simplicity of the theme: that is to say, everything you wonder is shared with fearless spirit.
Love the turn, too.
Welcome to LexPoMo!! 🫂
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You are too kind to me!