Gluttony
Each day, a new hunger
and the old, unsated.
I become the accumulation
of appetites
which will not leave me alone
until the appetite for stillness
overcomes the others
and the mechanisms of desire fail.
and the old, unsated.
I become the accumulation
of appetites
which will not leave me alone
until the appetite for stillness
overcomes the others
and the mechanisms of desire fail.
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."*
Thanks, Gary.
Good stuff.
Thank, Neil.
*, Gary. To me, your fine verse defines aging.
Thanks, David.
Smooth. Yeah. And dark.
This:
"I become the accumulation
of appetites"
Thank you ,Frankie.
Beautiful.
Thank you, Darryl.