Open Poetry #47 |
hungry i was when i met him |
faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
hungry i was when i met him and hungry i always will stay if the love that i have for my man is ignored in a constant way there's no joy left inside of me my good years are wasting away young i was when i met him i'm just getting starved out with age There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Hah! Sorry. Reminds me of that old Carol Burnett skit where her lover tells her to wait for him, he will return and she sits on the front porch year after year after . . . She is covered with snow, but still she sits and waits. That image came in my thoughts as I read this. ~ Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die. ~ |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
i don't remember the skit but i don't mind that it made you think of it...i actually wrote this about my marriage which did end in a divorce... thank you for your comments, JerryPat Faith There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
That very last line is a classic. I really like the way you set life's unconditional timing in this. Well done! Eric Forget the Psychiatrists they just find out all about you and sell you back to yourself! |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
I appreciate your kind words. Thank you, Eric! Faith There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...suggest you read the book "The Language of Love"...James |
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