Sunday, April 3, 2016

Hunger in the sky...


A.
I was  about
fleeting nature of
being taken the space 
& hunger of mind 
between weekend rituals
and sunny hopes
chasing each rain &
promises,  snow in April
taken their lily of the valley
once more prolonged spring
into summer
self-indulged in the
quiet hum while
new - crying to show
its ugly inadequate
form & even blue
sky delayed its sunny
smile, catching
the change paradigm
of all concerned
in its mirrored reflection…

B.
in meantime we
reject the soul touch
to sip the freedom
of irregular disarray
while the hunger
settled
in the sky
washed the dry fields,
fear burst
the unlocked
tenderness
while world celebrates
the power to paddle
wore off passion
& torn the chains of
Love & vulnerable
gardens…

C.
self-bullied,
suppressing
the love
and care about
others guilt
less knowing
real blind spot
abandoned soul
forgot the voice
of innocent child
within the body
crying to release
heal and commit
to growth…


Shared with PU Poetry Pantry #296

16 comments:

  1. So many ways one can go, experiencing the ups and downs and ins and outs of life

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  2. There are many layers here in your words and I wonder about the journey and the future of the world. Hunger comes in many forms but, how will this need be feed.

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  3. My goodness so much to think about in these verses....but I cling to the hope there at the end with a commitment to healing and growth.

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  4. There is a weight to these verses that touches me. We all need to find our way toward healing and health. It is just that sometimes that road can be difficult.

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  5. Love the imagery in this, especially:

    "while the hunger
    settled
    in the sky
    washed the dry fields,"

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  6. There's a lot here, but in the end we want to grow. Love it all, especially the las stanza.

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  7. "while the hunger
    settled
    in the sky
    washed the dry fields,"....my favorite lines of this beautifully layered poem....

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  8. forgot the voice
    of innocent child
    within the body

    It appears one ought to give way more than just looking. Hearing the voice helps confirm it to be genuine! Rightly so humbird!

    Hank

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  9. sky delayed its sunny - somehow this seems to be the tug in this poem - beautifully divided into parts A, B and C - how we can cast shadows on our own healing...darker and harder to shift than anything from the outside in...

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  10. Plays out spring thoughts and images very well.
    Enjoyed

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  11. ...Heal and commit to growth...a wonderful line and a wonderful truth. Lovely and wise writing Humbird!

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  12. This is an interesting thought process, the way you have divided your stream of consciousness into 3 parts. I was especially struck by the image of hunger settling in the sky.

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  13. Hi Humbird, this past winter is stretching so long isn't it? I enjoyed your poem. Especially the first stanza. thanks.

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