On October 28, 2020, P.T. Wyant posted at ptywant.com a Wednesday Words prompt involving an empty cup, an empty bed, and a full stomach.
This poem was my response…
Her cup is empty
So she drained it again
She’s never satisfied
Her bed is empty
She finally has space
She’s never satisfied
Her stomach is full yet she keeps eating
She’s never satisfied
Satisfaction, where can she find it?
The fulfillment she craves?
It’s not in chocolates and win
It’s not in a steady nutrious diet
Loaded with fruit and vegetables
It’s not in the lovers who shared her life and left
The people who filled the empty spaces
Their voices left echoes behind
She tries to find it in the printed page
The words she scrawls or types
Putting together the pieces of an unknown whole
Some of the gnawing ache goes away as she types
Watching the stories come together word by word
Each word forms a web that bridges the emptiness
She isn’t satisfied yet
She can only stare at the screen for so long
Cursing the physical form which won’t allow her to let them all out
All of the stories bubbling inside
She can only retreive so many from the stew of her imagination
Cooking and dissolving into each other
She tries to separate and solidify each other
Humming, using music to recall the tales lost while she stirs
Regulating the flow of story images to music to focus on what’s cooking
There’s only so much she can stir at once
There’s only so much she can save from the pot
She’s never satisifed.
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