Wednesday, April 12, 2017

The Human Curse--By Richard Sponaugle--United States

The Human Curse

We alone among creature
show eternal loyalty
to our lotto birth place.
Long forgotten migrants,
footprints flooded away
by decades of rain and tears,
yet our souls stay chained to home towns,
three time zones away.
Peace of mind hangs on
the bounce of a football,
though ‘our’ players don’t share wealth,
or occasional banned substances.
Halycon Summers of kicking beer cans
down dead end streets are romanticized:
The reality of too much crime
and too few jobs, is repressed –
though that’s why we left
all those distant sunsets ago.

Richard Sponaugle was born 4-20-60 in Maryland and raised in Northern Virginia.  He received a BA from George Mason University. A prolific poet and songwriter, he has been published in many venues.  

3 comments:

  1. Dear Richard
    Good point in clear writing.
    Thanks for sharing.
    Yancy

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  2. Dear Richard,
    I enjoyed this poem and your unique phrase, "our lotto birthplace". A fresh way of expressing that which we cannot control.
    Thank you,
    Michael

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  3. Richard,
    I always enjoy your creative poems. Thanks for always staying loyal to "The Poet's Art"
    Your friendly editor,
    David Fox

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