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22 January 2015

hungry beasties, or "a morsel"

I prefer "hunger" to "hungry" -
one sounds low and throaty and full of need,
the other like a brat-spawned whine.

I'll take your craven necessity
over
pitiful mews,

your rasping ache
over
untried wistful wants.

I'll take you, though your hunger won't survive -
the beasties are so hungry,

you won't last long at all. 



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Well, that was interesting. Where did that come from? 
Blame Mama Zen and Edgar Allan Poe. Their hunger and haunting got into my head. 
They're hanging out in the imaginary garden with sixty words or less. 
I got 57. 

15 comments:

  1. Little known cousin of Edgar ALLAN Poe? I like the directness here, and the almost off-hand warning at the end.

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    1. *ahem* damn keyboard fairies... spelling error Fixed. Thanks for the tip :D

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  2. Love the raw animal-ness of this one...great poem, Bones.

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  3. one sounds low and throaty and full of need,
    the other like a brat-spawned whine... what a great line!

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  4. I love this! Excellent exploration of the power of words.

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  5. There is a bit of a "growl" to hunger. Awesome observation…

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  6. Oh the hunger vs hungry. The craving vs, raving.. really deep thoughts here that could be evolved way beyond this poem.

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  7. Let's definitely go for the essential in being as well as in sound. Compelling desire for power!

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  8. luv the way you just shredded the theme; nice write

    much love...

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  9. Oh, my...those beasties! Delicious write.

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  10. haha, love this. RAWR!

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  11. This is FIERCE! I love it :-)

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  12. Love the back and forth. Beware of the hungry. :)

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