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!
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  1. g-manMay 17, 2013 at 8:41 AM

    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. Other MaryMay 17, 2013 at 9:03 AM

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

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  2. g-manMay 17, 2013 at 8:42 AM

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

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  3. hedgewitchMay 17, 2013 at 8:51 AM

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

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  4. TALONMay 17, 2013 at 9:01 AM

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

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  5. anthonynorthMay 17, 2013 at 9:04 AM

    Great metaphor. Unfulfilled is not good. nice one.

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    1. Other MaryMay 17, 2013 at 5:32 PM

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

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  6. Pat HattMay 17, 2013 at 9:29 AM

    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. Kerry O'ConnorMay 17, 2013 at 9:38 AM

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

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    1. Other MaryMay 17, 2013 at 5:33 PM

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

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  8. AnonymousMay 17, 2013 at 10:15 AM

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

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  9. martineMay 17, 2013 at 2:12 PM

    Just lovely. thanks for sharing

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    1. Other MaryMay 17, 2013 at 6:07 PM

      Thank you Martine. I appreciate the comment.

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  10. Alice AudreyMay 17, 2013 at 2:43 PM

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

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  11. Brian MillerMay 17, 2013 at 7:52 PM

    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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  12. Doctor FTSEMay 18, 2013 at 5:28 AM

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

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  13. AnonymousMay 18, 2013 at 5:29 AM

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

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  14. Sherry Blue SkyMay 18, 2013 at 11:00 AM

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

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    1. Other MaryMay 20, 2013 at 4:24 PM

      Thank you Sherry - and thanks for stopping by!

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  15. LydiaMay 20, 2013 at 12:38 PM

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

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  16. Brian MillerMay 20, 2013 at 5:04 PM

    happy monday to you ma'am...

    smiles.

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  17. Vanessa Victoria KilmerMay 21, 2013 at 10:37 AM

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

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  18. ayalaMay 21, 2013 at 1:42 PM

    Mary, wow this is gorgeous! a wonderful write.

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