Trinket Whipped Ways Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

None felt alive,
Unless something deemed of value
Adorned and flaunted their 'emptiness'.

Trinket whipped,
Are they who feel empty without...
A bauble, bangle or bead...
Dripping in diamonds or gold to flash about.
Trinket whipped to show a status diminishing...
As people awaken to what life really means.
For those who seek to be contented,
Free of disappointments,
And attention deliberately sought...
But not given in return,
To balance the price one pays and yearns for it.

Less fat makes one feel a release from traps.
Having less does not mean abundance has left.
A true quality of life accepts less attachments,
Allowing one to breathe.
And feeling free...
From things others define as 'good'!
For life to be gratifying as it satisfies...
A glimmer glistening and noticed!

The jokes people play on themselves.

And nothing is like enjoying life...
Away from those who identify themselves,
By the depth of their trinket whipped ways.