I walk this side of hunger, a poem

hunger

 

I tend to walk

this side of hunger –

a constant, fervent push

toward each last breath

as though it may be

my last.

Each touch

a moment held,

in warmth,

lingering in the conscious

then the subconscious

and later,

spilling upon the page

when the words are necessary.

The scent

of each moment sings.

Its commencement,

an aria

rippling beneath the breast

building in crescendo

and rising as a symphony

of moments

images

and feelings,

nothing forgotten

misunderstood

or misinterpreted

but held with delicate hand

every curve and line

examined

touched

smelled

and witnessed

and loved, yes loved

every single moment

loved.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

 

Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com

 

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6 Comments Add yours

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you sweet lady!

      Liked by 1 person

      1. leigha66 says:

        You are most welcome.

        Liked by 1 person

  1. Another amazing poem, Sumyanna. You see things so clearly.

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