March of Young Hunger
You are still so lovely
As lovely as I remembered
He wrote and the writing
Filled her up
She was still so filled
Inexplicable fingers of satisfaction
Tapping and gratitude seeping
All out of proportion
See, she’s sure she lost her
Looks, that children and worry and
Even contentment (and even lack of
Hunger) had stolen her concavity
And so stole her appeal
No, no, he reassured, verbal
Pats on the hand that still tapped
In staccato for several days
(nothing can sustain) and the beat ran mute, alas
All convexity once again
2 thoughts on “A poem about being young and pretty.”
Even contentment (and even lack of Hunger) had stolen her concavity
Wonderfully thoughtful, and wonderfully presented. I really like your style.
“and the beat ran mute, alas” – a lovely phrase.
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