Hunger Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

Hunger

Rating: 3.8


My heart is hungry now,
Fervent for a kiss of rabid flesh,
Euphoric for a Eucharist meal,
Needy of yesterdays innocence where goodbyes meant hello,
And children king of their sandcastle.

My soul is starved as well,
Loneliness shadows me,
Years of selfless courtship
mangled in a baron chamber,
A landfill of broken promises, infidelities and lies.

How can I satiate such feelings
When I question the suns desire to set?
When I rebuke its birth each morning,
Desperate to become a star.

Today shall be dissonant with resistance,
For I will hearken admiration from a grey cloud,
Who holds its head up above virgin brumes,
To signal a change of disbelief and pave a road of hailing roses.

This garden shall be our oasis,
A bed of budding thorns that tickle pain away,
A canopy of seasons ensconced to beauty and free will,
Rooted in a dystopian paradise,
This is my hunger.

Thursday, May 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: acceptance,change,dark,ego ,empathy,hunger,love,seasons,soul,unity
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It's jam night at Lucky Strike Bowling alley. Dwarfs hang from rafters, cats drum, patrons jack drinks, all gestures of empathetic reciprocity.
We are creatures that nurture distance, monsters of unity chained with coagulated hopes of despair.
The night roves, wolves hunt, crows flinch and hearts bleed. This is our reality what is yours?
And so I wrote in Los Angeles, California May 10th 2017 aware of my hunger.
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