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Fisical Pain

by Dorothy P 

Posted: 04 February 2005
Word Count: 100


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What price giving yourself.
What return on the sale of your soul.
The deposit outweighs the interest,
my payments already sold.
I can't live in this exchange,
can give but can't take.
Who decreed this need for give and take.
Take me, give me, profit me,
my loss is not yours to make.
That mendacious passage through
'nothing to declare'
the lies, the deception,
the secrecy, the tortuous conflagration
too much to bear.
I want simplicity,
demand honesty, integrity.
The principled principle
is equality.
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain.
My heart knows no avarice,
therefore I remain
in pain.






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Account Closed at 21:53 on 05 February 2005  Report this post
The first four lines i thought were coruscating, and seemed to suggest to me that id stumbled into the poetic equivalent of Bonfire of the Vanities or Doctor Faust. However, rather than bitter satire the poem ended up espousing a kind of keening lament, one where you seem to suggest that making profit is in some way dishonest and deceitful. Is that what you meant? For me the poem worked best when i thought about the narrator as a kind of modern day Canute figure trying to hold back the tide, but already resigned to being subsumed by it. Great title by the way.

Dorothy P at 16:06 on 19 February 2005  Report this post
Thanks Sammy. My access to internet is very erratic as am buried in Greek hinterland but try to respond when I can. I meant that relationships should not be based on an exchange rate, we should give for the pleasure of giving, not for expectation of return, and very few of us achieve this I think. Love should not be a barter but a gift.


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