The Poverty of Wisdom

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The Poverty of Wisdom

On a featureless brow of yesterday
He hoped, he hoped beyond all
expectations for a win
The stirrings in his mind knew otherwise
as was the case in his candle less flame
Soon his face, like shadow, melded within
the frame of his skin.

Caught in the absent abundance of nothing
His hands grabbing at sands of time
He ventured into a fool's play
thinking that luck might show a grin
but the teeth of the smile rotted
as he knelt in the poverty of wisdom

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[Alfred Kukitz]

Hey Doodley!

I guess your right. Always lost at poker with the guys. Thanks guy!

Regards,
Al

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Aha!

I do see the similiarities between the ideas in this poem, and in my poem, "Spectre". Gambling with fate and chance, hoping to be rewarded handsomely, but falling into the poverty that inevitably results from gambling, and the lack of wisdom one has to chance his hand in the first place.
Great minds think alike, Alfred. Same theme but different poems.
Well written and true to life.

[Alfred Kukitz]

You are probably responsible for some of my thinking. Whenever I arrive here I'm constantly looking for your work. Still reading the Abstract Waltz! Thanks Jacob!

regards,
al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"the poverty of wisdom" love the paradox---
really good metaphor...life is like a game of craps...we take chances, never know exactly what we are going to roll...

but if we make enough poor decisions....we go broke in spirit...