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Thursday, January 30, 2014

THOUGHTS NOW LOOKING DOWN UPON

Finding dewdrops
Of smiles
While counting
Grains of sugar cube...


Nitpicking
Resources at my
Disposal for
A balanced
Congregation
Seek to crusade
Against accumulated
Baggage from
Renewed definitions
Of marginal utility


Midas touch!
Living to eat; eating to live
Co-existing with irony
Chained to hands
Seldom giving
away

Measured bowls
Draws a frail attempt
To match
A spoonful
Scouting to feed
This moment alone
Stripping off
Even a thought,
To feed the next
Left to be seen
If it breathes...

Poets United Mid-Week Motif ~ Hunger



8 comments:

  1. Whew! Reading this I felt myself yearning for God to guide and fill my words as I prepared a "sermon, " asking my congregation to wait more for what should be part of the sweetness of life. I do not know if that is what you intended. I felt so much sorrow and despair at absence. I feel like that sometimes writing a poem.

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  2. What a strong message here!! Hoping those 'chained hands' learn to give!

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  3. That sugar bowl has a big story inside of it..glad you teased it out..

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  4. i would hope we get to a point where there are no hungry mouths and that our hearts break for those that have not & we can give ....what a tedious exercise to count grains of sugar. but if required....

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  5. This one teeters on the edge of horror for me. Then I guess hunger is horrific indeed

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  6. 'Midas touch!
    Living to eat; eating to live
    Co-existing with irony
    Chained to hands
    Seldom giving
    away' ~ like this stanza.

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