More and more frequently the edges
of me dissolve and I become
a wish to assimilate the world, including
you, if possible through the skin
like a cool plant's tricks with oxygen
and live by a harmless green burning.
I would not consume
you or ever
finish, you would still be there
surrounding me, complete
as the air.
Unfortunately I don't have leaves.
Instead I have eyes
and teeth and other non-green
things which rule out osmosis.
So be careful, I mean it,
I give you fair warning:
This kind of hunger draws
everything into its own
space; nor can we
talk it all over, have a calm
There is no reason for this, only
a starved dog's logic about bones.
Nice poem. You tell with love. Peace
The poem has two parts.While reading the first part gave me the impression of a pure love poem.The poem is totally different in its second part- -Perhaps it is all consuming greed that destroys the beauty of earth.or any relationship.
Bone of contention is not only for dogs but also for warring men too in the competition for power leading to dogs of war story to read by all to be free from becoming casualties in hospitals unmanageable sure! Thanks for sharing this poem now!
this poem makes me sad
Two poems in a poem. Very excellently done. nature has its own role to play in igniting love and passion in humans. 'This kind of hunger draws everything into its own space; nor can we'.. that is true. Congrats.
everything under constructed mode slowly green to ripe and withered hungriness in the world instability motion death in the chain of life... recycling more
I found this poem chosen as the modern poem of the poem of the day for second time. Thanks and congratulations.
This kind of hunger draws everything into its own space; nor can we talk it all over, have a calm rational discussion. no reasonable discussion. tony
I keep asking, doctor of what? Proctology, and Brahmin to whom, the untouchable people who slave while you express your endless meaningless opinions?
mmm raw and depraved, i like it