A poem about being young and pretty.

October 17, 2007

March of Young Hunger

  

You are still so lovely

As lovely as I remembered

He wrote and the writing

Filled her up

  

She was still so filled

Inexplicable fingers of satisfaction

Tapping and gratitude seeping

All out of proportion

  

See, she’s sure she lost her

Looks, that children and worry and

Even contentment (and even lack of

Hunger) had stolen her concavity

 

And so stole her appeal

 

 No, no, he reassured, verbal

Pats on the hand that still tapped

In staccato for several days

(nothing can sustain) and the beat ran mute, alas

  

All convexity once again

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2 Responses to “A poem about being young and pretty.”

  1. Jon said

    Even contentment (and even lack of Hunger) had stolen her concavity

    Wonderfully thoughtful, and wonderfully presented. I really like your style.

  2. Oscarandre said

    “and the beat ran mute, alas” – a lovely phrase.

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