Appetite Poem by Edwina Reizer

I sometimes lose my appetite
and at times eat feverishly.
It's all connected to my outlook,
my emotionality.

For the want of food is augmented
by the peace that comes my way.
But let me see unpleasantness
and I cannot eat that day.

For the juice of a ripened apple
should be sweetened not by taste,
but by the mind that accepts it
and the sugar with which it's laced.

And the bitterness of the lemon
that makes me pucker and grimace
shuts my appetite right down
when my mind has gone amiss.