hunger is sometimes preferable to loneliness.
a stomach will twist-
but hands become dirty and heavy when full of coins.
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Tickle your toes. . .
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In my dreams I am the fictional version of myself. The one I seek to be in my short-stories and prose. The one who gets her point across but... -
hunger is sometimes preferable to loneliness. a stomach will twist- but hands become dirty and heavy when full of coins.
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Tickling toes- there was something about that barefooted madness something about that wistful waist-high wishing and wooshing in the woods, ...
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driving home from the farmer's market- I can't see anything- through this storm- I come home to sleep- with you-rest in your arms fu... -
two squinting painted eyes looking solemn on a leathery face. this knight of the golden age has a 20 gallon bucket of a hat atop his slicked... -
A woman's stance feet parted so that like a breezy window the mantle opened slightly lets in curves of salty air- but here there is no, ...
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husband and I trek a mile for ice cream just for the creamy banana, crunchy pecans, and chunks of thumb-sized chocolate. shoes flipping and...
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take flight in linen and lace. things will mesh if you want them to. just throw yourself up against it and maneuver dainty fingers over tiny...
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This is just a short note from me to inform you that after my extensive monthly study and subsequent written exploration of Psalms and Prove...
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Today I was interviewed for Poets United small stone: July 13th so many things for granted, taken: two kinds of silverware.
Poets United Contributor
aw, true. sigh.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this piece
ReplyDeleteexcellent observation.
ReplyDeleteYou say a lot in a few.
ReplyDeleteHow very true.
ReplyDeletesuccinct, lovely, great imagery
ReplyDelete:)
ReplyDeleteAmazing how much can be said--quite beautifully--in so few words.
ReplyDeleteAmy,
ReplyDeleteVery real words. Loneliness can be hidden and difficult to satisfy.
Eileen
Beautiful poem I love your work
ReplyDeleteYes... there is a burden associated with possessions, with stewardship. Terrific, Amy!
ReplyDeleteA concise and truthful observation. Hungers of many kinds need to be fed...
ReplyDeleteThis sounds rather Confuscian:)
ReplyDeleteLovely piece, and so concise and effective.
ReplyDeleteCountable number of words, but countless things said. So true.
ReplyDeleteyour comments are lovely. thank you.
ReplyDeleteI, too felt a Confucius vibe in your words~
ReplyDeleteTrue. The wealthier we become, the more we lose.
ReplyDeleteInteresting notion, and true. My curiosity wants to know, why hunger? Hmmmm...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, short and sweet but poinient
ReplyDeletethanks all~
ReplyDeleteSo succinct and meaningful in few words. A poets dream!
ReplyDeleteI loved the piece for the groovy somersault it gave my brain, but once it settled and I thought more I'm not certain if I completely understand your logos- thankfully though I don't have to! Peace.
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