784 - Detachment

Three Word Wednesday requires participants

to use the three words of the week in a composition.

The words this week were: misery, privilege & stale.

A cheery bunch, but here goes:

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Dedicated to Smokin' Joe

Men of privilege laugh and joke

About their balance sheet,

Inflicting misery onto those

They hope to never meet.

Far below, in the poorer parts,

Life is far from merry:

They’re born, 

They work, 

They struggle on,

Until, finally, they bury.

They hear the laughter from the hill,

It adds to their despair.

While the stale smell of good cigars 

Hangs heavy in the air.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015

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783 - Vacant

I went back again.

They said it was a mistake.

I understand now.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015

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782 - You Never Know

Photo from Nepal by Samantha Chin.

You Never Know

You never know the prints you leave

Or even if the snows will grieve

When time and times erase

Your clear but superficial trace.

When we can no longer perceive

That certain presence you would weave

Only then will we believe

But hope still lives in that empty space—

You never know.

We harbor the hope that we can retrieve

That sense of life, that joie de vivre.

An enticing thought we can’t erase

And draw comfort from its warm embrace;

Maybe simple, maybe naïve.

You never know.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015

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