@budtheteacher continues to keep me moving forward with his engaging prompts!
For the Young
I used to think indulgence
was for the young.
Food and drink consumed
from both fists,
lanky body
sprawled across hard linoleum,
refrigerated air
massaging shoulders
bared in tank top--
No worries about
electric bills or grocery shopping,
calories or loose skin.
Now I know
(after years of holding back)
that losing one's self in something
is a feeding of the senses.
Even losing myself to you,
indulging in your presence
begins my resurrection.
4 comments:
Such an interesting intersection of youth and reality ... and indulgence as both something to gripe about (those kids!) and to cherish (for me?)
Thanks for sharing the poem.
Kevin
Thanks so much for reading and responding! I appreciate it.
How intriguing this is! I absolutely love your word choice (sprawled, lanky, barred, resurrection). I like how you associate youth as having no worries about things such as electric bills and grocery shopping. As I come closer to starting college, and now have a job the two sides you talk about are starting to mesh in my life which is both scary and exhilarating. I also felt very connected to this poem as well for that reason!
-Katie M.
Thanks, Katie. What a thoughtful comment -- though I'd expect no less from you!
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