We wield full abdomens
risen like yeast dough
proofed and ready for baking
in parodies of pregnancy, but
we don’t deliver anything live
from these, supersized past plus.
Filling up on the light menu
still means feeding past sate to bloat
on the plate, in the mouth,
never reaching and meeting
the things we are starved for.
Inspired by Terry’s work here:
http://mobiusfaith.wordpress.com/2013/01/29/a-light-menu/
very cool…had a look at the pic as well and love where it took you…there often is a hunger that can’t be satisfied by food…and sadly enough we so often try..ugh..
Thank you, Claudia. I really like it when something visual triggers a poem that quickly–Terry created another winner with that one.
Oh, how many and various are the things we turn to in order to try and fulfill our hunger – and how poorly they reward us. Terry’s image is ace – and your poem works well with it.
Thanks, Tony.
Good job with this one. I like what you say. You are a true poet and social activist. My favorite sort.
Alice, thank you. Seeing Terry’s picture after taking the kids to Golden Corral last week brought this one out.
fast food is all about convenience ist it…and we conveniently blow up and kill ourselves in our eficiency to get on to the next thing…pretty cool word collage by terry as well…
Brian, we certainly do. Loved Terry’s collage.
Fantastic! Eating to feel full when it’s not food we’re hungry for…just another example of how disconnected from ourselves we have actually become…
Yes, Tash–completely disconnected. Glad you liked.
full, and round, and starving. so true, Susan.
Thanks, Jane.
I love the twist at the end. Beautiful!
Cheers,
Mark Butkus
Thank you, Mark.
Very cool!
Thanks, Ayala!
Excellent! So many times people are starved for things…..but they mistakenly try to get it from food. Your poem expresses this concept so very well, Susan.
Thanks, Mary. I agree; we are all hungry for something, and it is not food.
Light to ruminate over~ great metaphors!
Thanks, Deb.
I like the turn from full abdomens to light menu to starving ~ You’re right, some things can’t be satisfied with food ~
Thanks, Grace.
I’m finally “weighing” in here. Nice poem. Like Claudia – I like where the inspiration took you on this. Well done.
And thanks for the link.
Well said.
thanks, C.
“in parodies of pregnancy” like that. Well the words not when my belly looks like that…
LOL, hear you!
Great work here–we just can’t seem to get enough, greedy as we are, controlled by our desires. I like the way you say it–we don’t deliver anything live.
Nico, thanks, and I agree. Nothing is ever enough.
The things we are starved for, indeed.
Yes.