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.
~~~
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.
Little known cousin of Edgar ALLAN Poe? I like the directness here, and the almost off-hand warning at the end.
ReplyDelete*ahem* damn keyboard fairies... spelling error Fixed. Thanks for the tip :D
DeleteLove the raw animal-ness of this one...great poem, Bones.
ReplyDeleteone sounds low and throaty and full of need,
ReplyDeletethe other like a brat-spawned whine... what a great line!
I love this! Excellent exploration of the power of words.
ReplyDeleteI like it.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this!
ReplyDeleteThere is a bit of a "growl" to hunger. Awesome observation…
ReplyDeleteOh the hunger vs hungry. The craving vs, raving.. really deep thoughts here that could be evolved way beyond this poem.
ReplyDeleteLet's definitely go for the essential in being as well as in sound. Compelling desire for power!
ReplyDeleteluv the way you just shredded the theme; nice write
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Oh, my...those beasties! Delicious write.
ReplyDeletehaha, love this. RAWR!
ReplyDeleteThis is FIERCE! I love it :-)
ReplyDeleteLove the back and forth. Beware of the hungry. :)
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