Nothing is ever free...yet somehow there is wiggle room if you can get the proper intercession. But at the price of the coin of confession, it can come high.A smart and layered poem, MZ.
Great words for the day and all too true! The price is high!
(to answer your question with a question) .. a bit of both?
i believe it an indulgence on both our parts...smiles...perhaps hoping together we can find some absolution...smiles.
Yeesh! Those first three lines had me smiling and grinding my teeth once again.What an excellent poem.
"my obsessionlike seedsof indulgence -"This part popped out at me Mama Zen!! Excellent poem all together! :)
Ahh... this is great MZ. I love the metaphor here and especially your first line... so true!
No, they're not free. I thought of you when I was writing the part about brevity.
ain't gettin nothinfor freehere or anywhere.
Seems like a good verse for a Sunday! Makes me think of Church and confession.
I like the repetition of the two lines, "If only they had come when...." Gives a haunting quality of regret..very nice poem.
You manage to wrap a whole book in such a few lines..nothing is free..somewhere there is a hidden price tag.
Thoughtful and provocative.
Super clever, MZ. And on the money - of confession/obsession - whatever currency. k.
A very good question: after all a person pays and endures, who gets off? Layers upon layers, which I totally enjoyed.
Short, sharp, pithy in best sense of the word--and the last stanza, a bit puckish, a bit flirtatious, even. A lotta good in a little package.
Hah!Both, I suspect. Marvelous in content and brevity.
"seeds of indulgence" -- so much to ponder here, MZ. Both literally and figuratively. Enjoyed your poem.
I love that "coin of confession" - I've been feeling the same way about my poems of late:)
I specially like the opening lines ~ Good work MZ ~
Very sharp and says so much with so little.
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