Prompt: Write a blues sonnet
Money’s getting scarcer by the day
money’s getting scarcer ev’ry day
I’m juggling bills, there’s always more to pay.
I think this week I’ll manage and we’ll eat
this week I think I’ll manage, we will eat
but then they raise the rent, we’re on the street.
We don’t know where the next cent’s coming from
we don’t know where the next meal’s coming from
we don’t know where to find another home.
I used to have a cat I couldn’t feed
I used to have a cat I didn’t need
I gave him to a friend who could afford
such luxuries as roof and food and pet.
I don’t know how much lower I can get.
(Slightly exaggerated, don't worry - I would NEVER give away my two beautiful cats!)
Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)
They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.
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