Thursday, October 22, 2009

A Far Greater Nourishment - A Poem

A FAR GREATER NOURISHMENT

 

 

Walking home alone on Saturday night,

social sounds spilling around me then

fading in my slipstream,

I round the corner of my street and

an image of your face rises

to combat the cold that searches for

the marrow of my bones.

Hope flutters like a wounded bird into

the pale sky of a vision desperate

with longing.

 

Forgive my physical hunger.

You were right to deny it

because by morning

you had given me

a far greater nourishment.

 


Copyright Ben Hur, Thanks to Valley Micropress, a Upper Hutt-based international poetry                                               magazine in whose pages this poem first appeared.

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