You evil thing
You look so much like one I love
But you are only pixels made to mimic what I crave
You wicked light
A mockery of smiles and life
You useless substitution for the things I fight to save
So bold, you do
And I, too desperate to see
Am taken in your faking like a starving little wretch
Me plastic food
But still I grasp it hungrily
This tiny morsel of the thought–the last of what is left
And I , too desperate to see. ….. That thought is so thought provoking. How often are we to desperate to see. Good job once again VW
Thank you, Lydia. Desperation can kill. When hungry enough we will eat almost anything
Yep, I’ve definitely been THERE. Excellent work, my dear.
Thank you, caddo. I’m sorry you’ve been there but I appreciate the encouragement
Very true desperate times call for desperate measures
Indeed they do
This is so powerful, really hits home for me right now in more ways than one. Thank you for another profound work, VW 🙂
Thank you Aurora. I appreciate the support
I can feel the intense emotions of hunger and longing for something, another piece that touch me… great piece and paintings VW… 🙂
Thank you, willofheart. I don’t know how to write without emotion 🙂
hahaha, I love it…
Thank you very much 🙂
beautiful and when this hungry we will believe in and do whatever if that will quench our thirst and douse the fire in the heart and belly…
Great word-crafting, VW, even the look of this poem is spiky adding to the anger and desperation.
I’ve been reading your poems whilst I’ve been ‘off-line’ and unable to comment and have enjoyed the rhythm of purging that you are creating – making me wish and hope for a tipping point poem. Whether this will come or not, who knows, but the longing in your words keeps me hanging on as a reader; like I am reading a never-ending book.
Your talent shines, dear friend. 🙂
Thank you Angela. It is good to see you back again 🙂
Deep hard hitting and thought provoking , how hungry can a soul be? Fabulous poem VW I love it!
Thank you, my friend!
We seem to spend so much of out time with the ersatz in one way or another. Even worse if we begin mimicking too.
Your anger comes through loud and clear and your words touched on the truth of being so desperately hungry, that the truth is unseen (repeating what others have mentioned, but this metaphor really moved me)~another intense piece, VW!
The anger is only mild. Mostly it is sadness and frustration. Thank you for being moved 🙂
such powerful words…
Thank you LadyT
Right now, I am experiencing certain bloggers “lying” to themselves, and thus to all of us. I am in mediation over these, so I know how the author feels about persisten, self-betraying lies from another. Excellent lines to express this self-destructive behavior we all unfortunately encounter in our lives.
In this case, it was viewing an image and thinking of it as a lie–a picture of something not there, and the hollow feeling of frustration when seeing something you can’t quite reach. Thank you granbee. I’m not sure what you are referring to about bloggers lying, but I appreciate your thoughts 🙂
You cunning one
You said you had no inspiration left
But you filled our hunger once again with just the verve we crave!
haha, I can’t even match the rhythm or the skill. This is a really good piece, dear talented one!
Thank you for voicing this for me BG. 😀
Benito please. 😛
You are too kind. You know very well that you more than match my talent when you choose to post. Perhaps soon?
ummm, I don’t have a clue!! haha, I lost my inspiration (I think) lol… I have been so busy with church and work and friends 🙂 Hmm, I’ll try to post soon though… And I can never match you Poe(t). There is an article about you in our local newspaper today, lol… E.A.P
Really? You should send me a link! 😀
I’m glad i get to read your poetry when I’m lonely.
Then I suppose I should be glad I get to write it when I’m lonely 🙂
Another delightful example of
your poetic artistry my fine friend…
*bows deeply* thank you, sir
Awesome poetry as always my friend. I just know someday I’ll see a trend of new beginnings here and writings of hopeful bliss. For now, just enjoying it as it is and I say thanks for always expressing everything as you do. You’re one of the few I follow so diligently.
Thank you, Scott. Who can tell what tomorrow may bring? I struggle to see myself writing extremely happy poems regularly, but you never know! 🙂