Appetite For The Eternal Meeting Poem by Lovita Morang

Appetite for the eternal etched out, at times ceding great happiness surge,

Glaze of such grandeur discontented, yet in the touch of parchedness, merge;

perched on cupful of monsoon of matinee show,
a wranggling worm tears through the coffee-table book,
Trickled down in melancholic melody, song of brook
in the fall of rain's betime croon, kneel over happy look.

Fibrous inner barks, peel the peachy keen sparks of rain,
Path parts into singular brilliance,
mortality likens and lick dry the watery taste of pain;

That's too sweet to eat, reason, I perched on sense of love.
Sip this oomph ginger,
taste such from the roots of ceremonious life's mirth
Tang of time; stood to tassel out, and hold dear
Out of feet, bone- weary, O palmer
Pilgrimages that they always wandered, where do you wander,
in every sight, finding charm and fright
in wandering beauty and wild nights;

How could they sing the tunes, doted
Cherish the fragile fragments stopping by needful
Pounded pounched on the wheel-chair bound indomitabilities.
That's too sweet to eat and I sipped the slurp sound of slur
I learnt to praise, the tar and feather,
count the feather in the cap, the feather nest
Fair weather friends shelter them,
till sinistry learnt to honour not to hit where freeman lives
Feelings of time more movable, I take off, strewn rife
you may call my mock-heroic of worthwhile things,
Where this time has come from, stitching a rhyme, swarming,
babbling bang of time, twirling
That's too sweet to eat and I sipped this pome opting
Appetite for the eternal meeting.

- Poem by Lovita J R Morang

- Lovita J R Morang