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GOODBYE, POETRY

Have you heard about the poet,
that abandoned the gumption
to aesthetically write?

 

Who turnt a def ear to the darkness,
by quenchin’ their hunger –
with an appetizer of stars,
that shine luminously bright.

 

Who engulfed moments of happiness,
‘n washed them down –
with the effervescence of panic stricken fright.

 

Sadness was an exquisite choice – for an entrée.

 

As there was a plentiful feast of heartbreak,
for all who’s stomach’s so miserably yearned.

 

However..
It was left in the oven – of despair (like an urn),
‘n most of it’s melancholy desolately burned.

 

So, dinner was skipped- without any regret,
nor concern.

 

Afterall..
Nobody likes regrets, or concerns.

 

As far as the poet was concerned,
Dessert would make a triumphantly “romantic” return.

 

With a well displayed,
parlayed,
flambéed Heart.

 

Whereas love is always a great place
for a poet to start..

 

Endin’ with love – is what sets
tonight’s meal apart..
from last night’s meal,
which ended with
microwaved distraught.

 

The poet wiped their mouth – with candor,
threw it in their plate – with dander,
‘n excused themself – from the kitchen,
barely stable.

 

Then, thinks of writin’..
But remains emotionally unable.

 

As every bit of inspiration
has been removed,
by way of consumption,
in this fable.

 

Moral of the story?

 

 

It’s not the appetite in which you carry.

 

It’s all about what you bring
to the table.

 

-rome ©2016

Published inEpicFriendLoveMainOtherSorrow

16 Comments

  1. Love the way you brought it here with the moral and all. That ending though is full of wisdom and something I need to hear every now and then. I’ll keep that part with me. Thank you for sharing your art with us.

    • Trying to switch it up, a little bit.

      I wanted to tell the story of how I almost quit writing.. But the more I threw myself into this piece, the more evolved it became.

      And I agree, with you. That message is definitely something we should all be reminded of, from time to time. Myself included.

      Thank you, my friend!

  2. NB NB

    delicious… the title did scare me a little bit though.. xD the poem is light as a feather, but its meaning isn’t missing from it because of that.. it’s leisurely delivered, but at the same time it’s striking.. what’s that? a recipe for a masterpiece, of course 🙂

    • Thanks so much, my friend!
      Sorry to scare you.. haha

      My attempt at some light hearted poetry paid off.

      Appreciate you!

  3. “ Have you heard about the poet,
    that abandoned the gumption
    to aesthetically write?

    Who turnt a def ear to the darkness,
    by quenchin’ their hunger –
    with an appetizer of stars,
    that shine luminously bright“

    This is amazing!!!!?

  4. gembone

    That’s the first time I heard about that poet but the story’s familiar for sure. Thanks for the read. It was a very enjoyable one to spend time on.

    • I’m that poet.

      I appreciate you taking the time to read, & comment. Thank you for the kind word’s!

  5. That speaks of my once and several states. And here I find myself at the table again, returning with a different brand of cuisine.

    • And here I am, with an appetite for poetry.

      I hope you bring enough for everyone! ?

      Thank you so much!

      • Hope so too! Alas, poetry can be very seasonal, else it can be a poorly inspired string of words. But we do our best, there being not ‘try.’ “_)

      • No doubt! ?

      • Word.. ?

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