Modern Times II


So easy it is
to be swept away
swept off our dainty feet
by the simple plenitude

I sometimes wonder
when enough is enough
and whether all this abundance
is not in fact
our greatest poverty

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on September 26, 2014, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. I appreciate the sentiment, but I wish you would write another stanza or two – this feels only like the beginning of an idea – I want to know more. Nice beginning though ๐Ÿ™‚


    • Thank you. But the rest is deliberately left free for readers to reflect upon for themselves. Not wishing to be too directorial here. Not the poet’s duty, or right, I believe. ๐Ÿ™‚


  2. You have and excellent point. Well expressed.


  3. When I got married we were dirt poor but very happy. As our incomes grew happiness seemed to dwindle away until, when we finally thought we had everything, we discovered that we really had nothing.


  4. I like your addition: “swept off our dainty feet”. Much wisdom and truth in this poem – and as always you have a gift of expressing it succinctly!


  5. I concur and have often wondered the same thoughts. ๐Ÿ™‚


  6. Beautifully stated my friend…


  7. I think that is very true and it’s getting worse and worse… Very well said.


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