For All Those Who Have Not Yet Known Hunger
For all those who have not
yet known hunger
then let me tell you all this ..
I for one, have
always known hunger since
first being torn
from the comfort of my own
mother’s womb ..
In fact, it’s a fact, that I have
always felt hungry ..
Hungry for light and for truth
and for knowledge
and all with such a thirst for
my personal gain ..
Indeed, how I ache and I lust
and desire for just
that right amount of perfect
pitched pain you
always beat your drum about
since we first met,
all those long and lost years ago ..
But for now, I want to
make a simple statement of fact ..
And then to set all
these old records each straight ..
So get this my friend
and once and for all, I don’t want
to climb any magnificent
mountains, or to swim in some
fucking great lake ..
And nor do I want, to just sit still
and to contemplate
spaces or for that matter those
places, I have only
ever been to inside my own head ..
Oh yes indeed, I have
always been this insatiably hungry ..
But until recently,
had lost all my appetite for bread,
for fruit and for meat ..
Although it is true, I still squat at
the same table just
marking time and caressing each
one of those pretty,
scented pulses of yours while you
count slow and loud
dissatisfied, singular, heartbeats ..
Yes those, which seem
to occur somewhere between
your anxiety attacks
and my solitary bid for true freedom ..
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Neville (
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Deeper meaning lies under the table. I too have been hungry to the point of gluttony only to have it ripped away by dark hands that nearly closed my nose to any aromas and my eyes to any appealing fare on the table. May your appetite increase my dear friend
Well written, my friend; your words are profoundly strong to my heart.Your poem seeks to communicate the complexities of human desire, the feelings of dissatisfaction, and the struggle to find meaning and fulfillment in life. Through the exploration of hunger, the poet invites the reader to reflect on their own experiences of longing and existence.
Good write N.
Neville, this feels like a confession layered in metaphor. Hunger becomes more than appetite…it’s longing, ambition, ache. The way you circle from womb to wisdom to withheld bread builds something restless and deeply human. “and my solitary bid for true freedom ..” lands with quiet weight. Well done, my friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I need time with this I think, Neville. Many echoes I recognize immediately, Others I feel I could relate to if or when…..
Faved in order to refer back if or when...
With you on your hungers, with you on lack of appetite but there's background I'm not sure of - please enlighten.
I hunger for peace in our time Neville, may it come soon.
Andy
I'm with you on that one & no kidding .. Neville
Hey, my friend, this bites with honesty and hunger—raw edges and tender truth bleeding together. You’ve got that ache on the page that stays with a reader long after the last line.
That is far more than I could have ever wished for Thomas .. Thanks tons .. Neville
different types of hunger, and the aches they cause - you have brought this out so clearly..am impressed
Many thanks my friend .. Neville 😎👍
you are most welcome - have a great day..
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