Appetite Poem by Rachel Butler
Appetite
(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)
My breath,
hot as a raging fire even when it is it’s coldest.
Vehement are my sighs,
compelling is my emotion for him.
Aspiration’s are not high,
though I yearn.
Even the mighty,
lose all sense of appropriateness in the throws of desire.
Sparrow
Passion and restraint mixed together make this poem very tantalizing. I like it very much.
Dear Sara, thank you for your support of this Saga, it love I want it to tantalise, feel passion in the write. I hope you continue to enjoy the tale of the Unknown gardener and discover more in other poems what was and is happening here
Every line is great, but the last two are what will now be burned into my brain. :)
Is it not true we loss a control over ourselves and appropriate is out the window. You are beginning to feel this Gardener takes between the poems and lines.
Soft but sorrow to sing Aspiration’s are not high, though I yearn. Even the mighty,
Thank you Kee for reading this love Saga. I feel in your chosen words you have knowledge of this Unknown Gardener
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 5:44:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Fierce, inspirational, short, sweet and right down to the point. Wonderful.
Dear Elvashira, I hope this taste will encourage you to read more of this Saga. All the poems posted are one tale.