I am literally shaking my head at myself as a post this at being so weak to break the chain. It’s the books.
met the Giant in his castle
full of promises
of fast, free delivery,
shopping from home
with my bedroom slippers on.
The glitter of entertainment,
a library of movies and shows,
enticed me to come,
no more returning movies,
entire seasons at a click,
sitting in my comfy chair
with my pajamas on.
Then came the golden egg -
the book app - books needing
no shelves, a virtual library
of best sellers, old classics,
the works, held in one hand
with my coffee in the other.
The Giant smiled,
knowing he had me
hooked.
I have stayed in his castle
as he has downgraded
amenities, charged extra
for access to different rooms,
my own limited by the tips
he demands.
And yet I remain here,
caught in the atmosphere
of convenience.
Looking back to before the Castle,
before the Giant bid me enter,
I remember what was…
the anxiety of shopping
to find the best price,
the urgency to finish a book
before the library called it due,
the missed episodes of TV shows,
the movie rental deadlines,
the cost of cable, always increasing,
and I pause…
I hear the call
of the Golden Goose
and take my seat.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-05-06 at 22:34
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The Beanstalk
Years ago I climbed the beanstalk,met the Giant in his castle
full of promises
of fast, free delivery,
shopping from home
with my bedroom slippers on.
The glitter of entertainment,
a library of movies and shows,
enticed me to come,
no more returning movies,
entire seasons at a click,
sitting in my comfy chair
with my pajamas on.
Then came the golden egg -
the book app - books needing
no shelves, a virtual library
of best sellers, old classics,
the works, held in one hand
with my coffee in the other.
The Giant smiled,
knowing he had me
hooked.
I have stayed in his castle
as he has downgraded
amenities, charged extra
for access to different rooms,
my own limited by the tips
he demands.
And yet I remain here,
caught in the atmosphere
of convenience.
Looking back to before the Castle,
before the Giant bid me enter,
I remember what was…
the anxiety of shopping
to find the best price,
the urgency to finish a book
before the library called it due,
the missed episodes of TV shows,
the movie rental deadlines,
the cost of cable, always increasing,
and I pause…
I hear the call
of the Golden Goose
and take my seat.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 13 times
Written on 2026-05-06 at 22:34
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