Mammon is their Father

Mammon is their Father

A Poem by Amber Victoria Tudor

 

 
I’ll name my daughter Silver
My son, Gold
Eternity will shimmer
Like spectrums in summer
Dreams sparkling down
White walls
Sparing any unnecessary
End
Poetry will play in gardens
Dazzled with raspberries
And roses without thorns
The days of stopped time
Will stop
While whimsical air
Spreads seeds
In places never known
Uncertainty has been a Master
Where slaves are rarely born
But
This will cease in Whispers
Hope is never found in pockets

© 2008 Amber Victoria Tudor


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that warrants an applause. this is indeed a poem for mammon, well done. you have successfully planted your words into my minds, in a very pretty way.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Well done. That last line really brings everything home nicely. Although pigs don't actually have pockets. :) Great work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Absolutely brlliant on so many levels... Your poetic lines are so vivid, the metaphor so rich (literally), the nature of the piece so profound! Powerful and emotive!

Craig

Posted 12 Years Ago


glorious too;) wow woman, all these new?

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Amber Victoria Tudor
Amber Victoria Tudor

Lake Forest, CA



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