Appetite.
A book titled Forever opened but eagerness lessened.
Hunger's moon of rising mundane a weaker light shed.
Space became lacking until, cage ajar, one love-bird fled.
Trust shattered, desire's restyled appetite resisted pretense.
Lit again thirsty eyes saw need to quench the former neglect.
Drunk then sweet nectar fed by another with no sign of regret.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Is this based on a book you have read.
It's a lovely read.
I read it though like as if the man is important and the woman isnt seen or is weaker
Needs to be loved by a man
Wants to be.
But if you are strong on your own firstly then the right man you'll meet. I think .
Or not at all if your strong and reliant on your own self.
What a caring comment along with some points to remember for those enduring such circumstances - thank you so much rosie for your visit and interesting review.
Good write Fay.
Glad you enjoyed the read Orchi.
it happens sometimes ... and just in case it hasn't yet, it some times pays to jot it down quick ...
my appetite this mane has just been poetically slaked .. and true
Neville
Thankful this read poetically slaked your day's needs mon ami - - and agreed that emotional appetites have to be faced and quickly before the book's page is turned to move on.............Fay x
Beautiful way of looking at life,
a neglected soul shall flee
Breakaway from the strife
Wanting to be happy and free
No longer a husband or wife
In someone else’s arm they’ll be
Spot on dear Dove with your assessment of what is best for neglected souls - thank you so much for your considered review of Appetite.
That book titled forever could also be entitled "Hope" I feel.
So well you tell the story of a once closed door carefully set ajar and eagerly but guardedly reopened.
Yes the story of great expectations not met deserves an airing methinks D.A. - the quote gave my imagination a shove toward how love can turn and be lost when doors open. Thank you my friend for your thoughtful comment.
When one turns the page, one is never the same as before. Each page adds to life's experiences and makes one wiser and stronger, more able to cope with life and love. The unwritten page is the gift of hope.
A beautiful allegory, Fay, cleverly written and expressed. - Phil A.
That sweet nectar will always be there Fay, enjoy every sip.
Andy
'A book titled Forever opened but eagerness lessened.'
like in 'Jerry Maguire' - you had me:
with that brilliantly memorable first line, dear Fay
what a wonderful bite-size, poetic treat you shared
on a moody Friday morning, thank you!
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