Poetry – Money and greed

Money and greed
a want or a need? 

Days spent chasing dollars
robs life of vibrant colors.

Nights alone, awash in possessions
imprisons the brain with lonely obsessions.

A lifetime building physical wealth
takes a toll on mental health.

Prose poetry – Jigsaw Puzzle

Last night, I dreamt I was a jigsaw puzzle – a background of deep, midnight blue, sprinkled with golden stars. Someone came along and broke me apart, my round edges curling up as they separated.

Thin fingers pierced the middle of each cardboard edge with green metal hooks, the kind used to hang Christmas bulbs. Each piece of me was then threaded and hung from the ceiling.

Soon, I found myself twisting and turning upon the whims of the air current – 500 paper flares, now a floating constellation.