When I was a litte girl, I had a friend whose Mom washed money because she suffered from OCD. She would literally hang bills on the clothesline, then sit on the pavement, watching them dry. Once she handed me a pile of wet change so I could buy her something at the store. She'd say, "You've got to wash your money. You don't know where it's been". This poem reminded me of her.
Aurora: A touching story...I wonder if your friend grew up with a learned form of OCD.
Floots: I enjoy giving the odd nudge. ;-) BTW, If you can find your old essay on the topic, please share.
John: Thanks.
Pat: Yes, I think they could. I had a really beat up nickel the other day...I'd love to hear what it could tell.
magiceye: Thanks.
Polona: Thanks! I'm pleased you noticed it has the old 5-7-5 haiku syllable count. This time the first draft came out this way, I was pleasantly surprised.
From "The Haiku Anthology" I became interested in Haiku and I have since written numerous haiku, senyru, and tanka. "Masago", my haiku pen-name, means "grain(s) of sand" in Japanese. I have recently started learning Esperanto and Japanese. A few years ago I developed a new eastern verse form which we now call 'Renhai'.
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Penny on the floor...
whose hands and pockets have you
been in and out of?
Link with 976: Penny.
[Some coins I find in my change are quite battered and worn. The stories they could tell if they could tell...]
When I was a litte girl, I had a friend whose Mom washed money because she suffered from OCD. She would literally hang bills on the clothesline, then sit on the pavement, watching them dry. Once she handed me a pile of wet change so I could buy her something at the store. She'd say, "You've got to wash your money. You don't know where it's been". This poem reminded me of her.
when i was a young child a classic essay title set for school kids was" a day in the life of a penny"
you've done it again - sent me back
(not that i ever need much of a push) :)
cheers
like it
john
I bet they could tell some winners.
lovely thought!
love this thought-provoking 5-7-5-er :-)
Aurora: A touching story...I wonder if your friend grew up with a learned form of OCD.
Floots: I enjoy giving the odd nudge. ;-) BTW, If you can find your old essay on the topic, please share.
John: Thanks.
Pat: Yes, I think they could. I had a really beat up nickel the other day...I'd love to hear what it could tell.
magiceye: Thanks.
Polona: Thanks! I'm pleased you noticed it has the old 5-7-5 haiku syllable count. This time the first draft came out this way, I was pleasantly surprised.
now I have thought about that :)
oh my .. my good friend is a teller (bank) and she's seen money come out of underwear, shoes, etc.
money is dirty.
money is cement
i like yr ku money talks they say...
An 'eternal theme'!:))And you've made Aurora remember an unforgettable story!:)))
Andrew: ...and probably now every time you find a penny on the floor. :-)
Pamela: Yikes! :-)
Borut: Thanks.
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