Perfect Panacea (Tanka Tuesday #264)
A great many people,
Dwell on little,
Yet enjoy fruitful lives.
Money is no perfect panacea
To life’s problems.
Happiness can’t be bought –
It’s not for sale.
(twisted abhang)
This syllabic form is a simple non rhyming: 6, 4, 6, 10, 4, 6, 4

Poem prompted by Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge #264. This week, the challenge is to Create Your Own Syllabic Poetry Form. If you, too, would like to join in, please follow the link for the rules.

Great poem, Laura! Happiness does not lie in material possessions but within a person’s mind, heart, and soul. 🙂
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What a great syllable count. I like the name panacea. The message in your poem is so spot-on! ❤
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So right, this message. Money can’t buy this. It comes from within. Thanks for sharing. Love this form. xoxo
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Thank you Colleen. 💜
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Excellent, Laura! And I like the substance of your poem too 🙂
-David
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Thank you, David. It’s a simple message with truth! 😊
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❤
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You’re welcome. ❤️
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