Priceless

ByRick Ellsmore

Lights

The lights burning red

Darkness fallen

She whispers

$100 pretty boy

Spoken as if

She was selling lemonade

At a Rockies game

Is that all your worth?

Flew out

No 

Came the irritated response

I’m worth $100 all day long

Then you’re worth $2400

In a day?

Her fluid mind 

Slowly did the math

Yes I am!

How do you put a price 

on yourself?

Always have

Was the response

I wouldn’t pay 

Any price for you

You are priceless

Psst 

Was the only response

As She walked away

The seed

Planted

Rick Ellsmore

10/22/18

Similar Posts

  • I SPEED!

    ByRick Ellsmore

    I Speed The road Eaten up Roaring it’s delight As I ride Hard and wild Unadulterated pleasure Shown by An inviting Tongue Laying out Further With every Petal’s push Desiring me To bear down Welcoming Into every Corner And switchback All thoughts Of what Might happen Left many Miles behind Focusing on the Road right…

  • Home

    ByRick Ellsmore

    An elusive word Conjuring up emotions Filling minds Smells. Sounds. Sights. From times gone by Longing for more Or whatever This illustrious word Home Really means Witnessing so many Struggle with the reality They’ve never fully Experienced a place To fully let down One filling with Hope and kindness Drawing out the Poisonous venom within…

  • The Storm

    ByRick Ellsmore

    The storm hits Washing up It’s harsh tide Bringing with it Pain and fear The onslaught Could continue Never ending A humming A swarm Of angry wasps Hovering close above Weary of It’s sting I’m tired Tired of this shit Tired of it For my sons Tired of it For me I’m learning Even if…

  • The Warrior’s Edge

    ByRick Ellsmore

    The Warrior’s Edge The Kriya beginning A rhythmic movement Automatically kicking in My inner fire igniting The pilot light being lit Breath work Using both nostrils Pumping my heart Into fluid action Specific motions Opening up the roots Anticipating what Is to come Time flows My voice inflamed Drawn to the surface Warming up On…

  • Fire of Her

    ByRick Ellsmore

    There was a desert wind Blowing that night It arrived quite suddenly Moving in from east to west Dry and bitter Jumping on me From the core Of the mountain itself Pelting exposed skin Violently transforming My budding expectations For the evening ahead This moment The very spot I stood Would be one Never forgotten…

Leave a Reply