INSATIABLE

Glancing up at one of many windows
in a dream, and she preoccupied—
what was it then that hungered so

to be noticed, what little boy revisits
my mortality, what mother of us all
plants a seed that grows and grows

into the damnedest things, like poetry?
As for love and wisdom, what value
then if not gained first hand?

 

 

5 responses to “INSATIABLE

  1. Wisdom gained first hand is woven in love, isn’t it John? 🙂

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  2. Very nice

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  3. So moving, and true.

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