Food is not love
Tho lack is at least indifferent
And violent
Which is not always a contradiction
Food is not love
Though it is life giving and
sustaining, like love,
Necessary, but not fulfilling,
It can be confusing.
You can get seduced in the confusion,
stirred into the same steaming pot.
A lick of swirling goat cheese
melting on a crock
of winter squash soup/a lovers salty sweat...
But I digress.
We deny
Our need
For love
(and it is so impractical.)
It is unattractive, this neediness.
We are enured to its constant call although we pursue it relentlessly.
Not food.
Food is attainable.
Food is finite.
Love is a lack of barriers,
Not boundaries.
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My father told me that his grandmother, Minnie, used to make quilts. They were not art, he assured me, just made up of snippets of old clothes , so as not to waste fabric and used to keep warm. He remembers one, he says, all in grays and blacks and plaids. Not art, he says, not meant to be beautiful. Sounds like beauty to me. Maybe even art...
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4 comments:
What a poignant poem, and so appropriate to me. Food is not rest, not love, not fulfillment...except chocolate is! Kind of!
You can definitely see your enthusiasm in the work you write.
This is really interesting, You are a very skilled blogger.
Nice poem about love.
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