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Tuesday, April 7, 2015

NaPoWriMo Day #7

Ironically, I checked the prompt after mailing my State Income Tax:

keeping to the theme of poetry’s value, Wallace Stevens famously wrote that “money is a kind of poetry.” So today, I challenge you to write about money! It could be about not having enough, having too much (a nice kind of problem to have), the smell, or feel, or sensory aspects of money. It could also just be a poem about how we decide what has value or worth.

Money Can't Buy Worth

This necklace, she said, will always show
my love for you and our bond that will grow
from childhood to the turbulent teenage years,
and even into adulthood after I wipe your tears;
through life's trials and tests, we can enjoy Bordeaux.

I sat myself upon her bed's fleece throw,
and took the necklace that was bestowed,
she clasped it around my neck with no fear--
this necklace, she said,

should never be replaced by jewels given by beaus,
I shake my head; I agree, the diamond never below--
my grandmother's love touches my heart in high gear,
with a smile, I can see this gift brings her cheer;
a tradition; from grandmother to granddaughter, apropos.
Your necklace, she said.

I want to write another poem about money this time instead of something that has no monetary value, but sentimental value. In 2009 I dated a guy for 3.5 months; his dad was a Gulf War and Iraq veteran. He was my 2nd boyfriend and 2nd ex. Anyway, he gave me an Iraqi dinar - it's worth 100. I always thought the dinar bill looked cool and I kept it in a jewelry box. I found it the other day while dusting. Here's a picture:

A Triolet of Olden Days

Today I need to hear your prayers of hope,
your Arabic accent, our old homes and shops;
I would like to walk to market for lavender soap;
today I need to hear your prayers of hope
to propell me to lively from being a mope,
to comfort and pick me up from debris and ashen tops.
Today I need to hear your prayers of hope,
that Arabic accent gone with our homes and shops. 


  1. I am listening to the Bach Passacaglia I complain having stuck in my head in my current FB status.

    Perhaps a financial mission statement will do.
    I intend to study longer how money and lack thereof force people to act. (Naturally my family wants me to make more, utilising my persistence in cognition, but isn't that what everyone wants? I think that at the moment I have enough to get along.)

    I don't know why people are so fixated on having money, of absolutely anything they could have untold amounts of.

    How do you keep track of how long you date people? I seem to be on positive terms with everyone, with slightly less regular contact. My current fixation, the EMU economics student Oğuz Eray, has been of interest to me since Pi Day of this year. The only possible problem is that Matt insisted on wining and dining me last week, the DelCo mathematics instructor. Oğuz Eray told me that my spending time with Matt will not be an opportunity cost for spending time with him instead, but I think he is still jealous of the guy near me, especially after he (O.) described his health plummet right after I mentioned him (M.).

    I'm curious how Arabic accents differ from Persian, Turkish, French and Hebrew ones, from your poetry. I already have a guess they're clearly distinguishable from Russian, Chinese, British and Japanese...

    1. Well, the two relationships I had lasted the same amount of time and ended on the same day... just 8 months apart (first guy ended on Jan. 27, 2009; second guy: Sept. 27, 2009). I was cursed with a really good memory and I remember things well... especially dates. I also didn't enjoy my relationships and hated almost every moment of those relationships save the first few weeks. Ugh. Those guys.

      Hmm... I think Farsi has a few different characters than Arabic. One of my friends was explaining it to me, but the IM log on was erased. :( I will have to e-mail her on Facebook because the differences sound interesting (I don't even want to begin saying them now because I'm going to get it confused).

  2. I thought I saw Saddam Hussein on that note - then I read you said it was Iraqi currency. :)