Treasured

I try my best to give my hoard away

Despite a less-than-consequential stash,

At times I do it every single day

But couplets aren’t the same as cold hard cash,

They’re worth a whole lot more (at least to me)

Each word a priceless treasure on its own

And value will go up substantially

When proper placement chills one to the bone.

I hope some future person on a quest

Alights upon this shore in cyberspace

Excited by a shining gem or two

And feels a sudden thrumming in their chest

As their quiescent heart begins to race

With passion that I helped them spark anew.

***Well this is it true believers, today marks 20 years of posting on this blog. The first poem I put here was about classic poetry books I found at a garage sale, and to me they were worth their weight in gold. I shall continue writing and maybe get another 20 in. Thanks to all who have read and commented over the years. I love you all – RCH***