Friday, May 17, 2013

Leavings


The crumbs of your good intentions
are scattered on the table -
sweet, but not filling.

And tonight the scraps of
left-over promises
are enough to sustain me.

But in the wee hours I wake
hungry, wistful,
dreaming of banquets
and second helpings.

But there is never enough
to go around.


This is for G-man and his FF55.  Follow the link and see it for yourself!

36 comments:

  1. Wow Mary Bach....
    Very metaphorical !
    Sometimes we just settle for what we can get eh?
    Loved your crumby 55
    Very sad and longing, very nicely done
    You Rock from Kenosha to Hurley
    Thanks for playing Have a Kick Ass Week End

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    1. Thanks G. Oh, and in Kenosha they play Sheepshead!

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  2. Oops, I almost forgot my Euchre!!!!!!

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  3. Man do I know that feeling, waking up hungry, never anything but crumbs--excellent writing, Mary.

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    1. Thnaks Joy, and sorry you can relate...

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  4. Oh, to be unfulfilled...really hurts. Actually, our two 55s could definitely reside together! :)

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  5. Great metaphor. Unfulfilled is not good. nice one.

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    1. Thank you Anthony. I like to say I never met a four (metaphor) I didn't like! :o)

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  6. Not being able to fulfill can sure make one ill and give them a need to pop a sleeping pill.

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  7. This is an excellent metaphor.. those bitter unsustainable crumbs, I know their flavour.

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    1. Thank you Kerry. It seems there really isn't enough to go around.

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  8. What a wonderful metaphor! We really do hunger for something real and meaningful.

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  9. Just lovely. thanks for sharing

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    1. Thank you Martine. I appreciate the comment.

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  10. That's the problem with good intentions. They are often hollow.

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  11. dang....your opening gambits got hook...i like....ouch though...empty promises like empty calories you know...goes straight to your hips and you regret it in the morning...smiles.

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    1. Oh yes...I can so relate to that Brian.

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  12. A lovely poem which develops the opening metaphor to the sad/hopeful conclusion.

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  13. Ha - wonderful. Very clever analogy, well carried out. K.

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  14. Powerful opening hook, and a poem everyone can relate to. Love the ending.

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    1. Thank you Sherry - and thanks for stopping by!

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  15. Oh, what a story this tells in 55 words. It's a wonderful poem, Mary!

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  16. happy monday to you ma'am...

    smiles.

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  17. Great comparison to food and sustenance. Really makes the feelings concrete.

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  18. Mary, wow this is gorgeous! a wonderful write.

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