#59 of 365 – “nothing saved”

“nothing saved”


it’s crazy, the shopping

the retail non-stopping

like lambs to the block

we’re a desperate flock


something is missing

something real disappearing

some measure of soul

rented out for a toll


the road is now paved

family time razed

tradition waived

and nothing saved

About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Feel free to comment.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s