I'm reaching level 3 anxiety
Hands clammy
Sweaty
I wait and watch
As the auctioneer bangs his gavel
One more item to sell
Before the poem will stand in glory
Waiting to be sold
To the highest bidder
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I'm reaching level 7 anxiety
Feel the tightness in my chest
Breathe
Don't forget to breathe
The poem is brought forward
Protected from our hands
But our eyes can feast
At the cursive words
Upon the ancient tome
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What a melody
He weaved so long ago
How many voices
Have spoken this
Ode to Saint Nick
Now this priceless work
Waits for its future
As the gavel bangs
For the final time
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$280,000
A lifetime of dreams
Summed in that purchase
A trip to Europe
Upon the Orient Express
A library of books
To surround myself with
A fancy meal on the top floor
But alas, it’s just a dream
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Heart pounds
In my chest
As I wake
Blurry eyed
Fuzzy brain
Wondering what would I do
If I could own such a treasure
Perhaps its best
If I never know
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I hope you enjoyed this little poem that I have written for the What would you do with $280,000? A January Money Challenge. The Challenge is hosted by Antoni De'Leon and Tiffany Gordon
What would you do with $280,000. A January $ challenge. No, the prize is not 280,000 dollars.
About the Creator
KA Stefana
I started writing as a hobby during quarantine. From a hobby, a passion bloomed. Author of Dark Fantasy with a twist of romance. Available on KU - The Origins of Darkness, The Daughters of Darkness and The Forgotten.
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Comments (3)
So fabulously written! What a gorgeous flow! I loved the dream angle as well! Very well done KA! :))
This is absolutely lovely. From the auction, I love how you attended the auction in dream state, I actually dream Vocal stories in my sleep. This is a top notch entry. Thanks for participating,
Great entry