treasure

TREASURERS, WE

There we were
for a moment
awash with candy’d rainbows that shed
spun-sugar silk to dress this call for change.
It’s a pity
this entree tasted like a sundae of fever and fable.
Treasurers, we, to nought, now,
but wingless poetry; of letters, silent
and honest
we’d declined to share.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 28 November, 2017

THOUGHT #112

The greatest treasure is the one contained inside one’s chest.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 16 September, 2011