Rich Girl's Lament

Funny! I thought I loved my home,
          The shining chrome,
             My flat in Rome.
I thought I loved my blood-red car,
               My journeys far,
                  My caviar.
I thought I loved my sleek mink fur,
       Peaked-capped Chauffeur,
                My rich liquer.
I thought I loved my vintage wines,
My frequent trips to sunny climes.
I thought I loved the yacht so new,
The garden with the splendid view.

Funny! I thought I loved life too.
You're gone. I find I loved just you.

Comments: 22

Karen Lerner Dec 8, 2006, 1:18pm EST

Nice.

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nikki P. Dec 8, 2006, 1:44pm EST

Bravo! Bein' rich aint everything.

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John F Walter Dec 8, 2006, 1:44pm EST

A very clever and humorous and largehearted poem about what really matters in life, done in an expert style with just the right signifiers of the rich and famous to whet our appetites and seal the deal. Up to snuff as always, Moya!

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Carol Roach Dec 8, 2006, 1:45pm EST

a very profound insight

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Barbra L. Dec 8, 2006, 2:28pm EST

Nicely done! The emptiness of vanity is brought into focus well juxtaposed against human love.

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John Doyle Dec 8, 2006, 2:43pm EST

Good one as always Moya

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Apryl Just Apryl Dec 8, 2006, 3:42pm EST

I love this, it illustrates what is truly important in life. The best things in life are FREE!!!

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Ronnie M. Dec 8, 2006, 3:56pm EST

Beautiful

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Jim Ross Dec 8, 2006, 4:15pm EST

I love the easy gait of the poem's lines, Moya, and your choices of details in the leading lady's life. Well done, satisfying read.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Dec 8, 2006, 5:32pm EST

Spot on the money, Moya!

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HGM Moya Goatley Dec 8, 2006, 6:00pm EST

Thank you everyone. I put this up with great trepidation so it's great to get such comments. Moya

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vijay kumar Dec 8, 2006, 9:25pm EST

The flow is immaculate. The poem ends splendidly, touching the great truth in life. Enjoyed reading it.

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Anand S. Dec 8, 2006, 11:52pm EST

The poem clearly depicts the life of a person who is brooding over their lost love and the rhythm is great too. But isnt it impractical to brood over something lost? would it not be better to find someone who loves u rather than brood over the person u loved?

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HGM Moya Goatley Dec 9, 2006, 7:10am EST

Thanks Vijay and Jill. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Anand, worry not. She is not brooding but reflecting on a lesson dearly learned. Now she can go forward. I'm glad you liked the rthym and thanks for commenting. Moya

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