by Gary Hardaway
The place where culture and endocrinology meet.
The "appetite for stillness" may be the only holy one. *
is it really an appetite for stillness though or just a pause until enough energy is built up to continue with the hunger pursuit? *
"I become the accumulation / of appetites" must be the perfect phrase. *
Loaded with meaning.*
This poem is a perfect small thing. "when the appetite for stillness overcomes the others" is
the most comforting thought I've had in a while.
This is meditation. ***
* that line that Charlotte cited--just great
A usual a terrific poem, but it made me cry. Ain't it the truth.
Good poem. Especially like stanza 2. *
Thank you all for the kind responses.
"mechanisms of desire."*
*, Gary. To me, your fine verse defines aging.
Smooth. Yeah. And dark.
"I become the accumulation
Thank you ,Frankie.
Thank you, Darryl.