April 16, 2019

The prompt given by the official NaPoWriMo site: To incorporate homophones, homographs, and homonyms in the poem.

Well, today’s piece was a sticky affair but I ended up with something, anyhow. I hope that the theme is explanatory enough and the play of words quite evident. (if you don’t get the quip, try reading one line of each paragraph before moving to the next line – i.e. line 1 of both stanzas and then line 2 of both stanzas.)




The thinker broods upon the sail-

Of his escape to the desert.

Entirely the morning, the lost prophet

Disbursed his moments in idol

Meditations upon the golden fall.

Rose his chest and swelled his eyes

With the praise of the wealth of his soul.

Ah! what piece could he hold

Of these riches that were dyed

With the sweet scent of suns that shone.

In thoughts he’d soar to the sights he stole,

And in ecstasy the poor prophet moaned.

Hymns to the contentment of the heart

That ever soaks in delight fair.


The trader broods o’er the sale

Of his estate now desert.

Entirely mourning the lost profit,

Disbursed his moments in idle

Meditations upon the gold’s fall.

Rose his chest and swelled his eyes

With the price of the wealth his sole.

Oh what  peace could he hold

When his riches were dead-

And his suite sent to sons not his own.

In thoughts sore of the site he sold

In misery the rich man moaned.

Him to the contentment of his heart,

Ever seeks delight in fare.



I am inviting you all to join me in this venture. Use the prompt given above to craft your own verses.
And oh, be sure to tag me.




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