Still Seeking

Darwin says we will forever seek.

Constantly looking

past the face

and beyond,

hoping

something else

will come along.

Something better,

more fulfilling, more exciting,

younger perhaps,

sexier, more independent

and definitely

sexually liberated.

Restless for the chase,

for the big game hunt

to continue.

Locking stares

grasping at glances,

ready to leave half

gnawed carcasses

to rot

in favour

of fresh meat.

Perhaps there will

be a feast

of warmer flesh

or simply

only starvation

in the parched

wilderness

to show

for all

the trouble.

 

23/05/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[Laura Kate]

The grass is always greener.... what must it takes for people to feel satisfied. There is a sense of negativity in this write, speaking of meat, carcasses and starvation. The imagery actually turns my stomach slightly and I like how you throw this mentality into question.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah tis the writer's ambition to evoke emotion. I think the question at the end sets the conclusion to this LK. Many thanks and hope you recover from the queasiness soom lol.

[Laura Kate]

Haha, thanks John!

[DAH]

This is exceptional in revealing the restlessness in human behavior, the dissatisfaction that so many people struggle with which brings me to this cliche: it's always greener on the other side of the fence. And how many times have most of us experienced this with a good-looking stranger: "Locking stares /grasping at glances.

This is an excellent write!

Bravo!
DAH

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed that cliche has legs and many will have fallen foul of it. Many thanks DAH

[DAH]

My pleasure, John!

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Wonderful poem you wrote here, John.
The more we seek, the more we get. And the more we get, the more we seek again, that is why man is never satisfied, they always always aimed at bigger game.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes that is the way it seems Kay. Many thank yous.

[NotUsinganymore]

Very interesting poem. It's getting harder to connect people with the improvements of technology but it is also getting easier to communicate with people.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed that is so true Junglee. Many thanks.

[Einstein Noodle]

not sure Darwin was referring to the "seven year itch John ;) nor the evolution of the grass that got greener ... you know... on the other side of the hill :))))))))
E.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I guess there are many things Darwin did not actually 'say' but his work suggests that creatures that breed are driven to continue to do so. That is my poetic liscence take on it lol! Many thanks Sir 'E'!

[Einstein Noodle]

well ...driven to perform the act at the least ...were it not for such attractions ...i must agree .. interest would wane to naught ..and such energy it infuses into the pursuit

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeedy Sir 'E' indeedy!

[Cherrie Palmer]

But once we get past the rot how much more fertile is the soil we lie upon

[John Alexander McFadyen]

An excelent question Cherrie. But still some seek for the drive and the thrill of the chase. Many thanks.

[Shazbatt969]

I can feel the hunger for the hunt and the meat, but think on poet, your conquests may also be looking for, something better, more exciting ...lol, please do not comment on this review because some a*****e has hacked it, I know you love and adore my critique,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Love and adore are seldom words I would associate with you young fella! But thank you anyway. Seems hack is sorted!

[Chris]

Life's illusions well recalled... seems we have "settled" well within our new realities - doesn't it?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed so Chris. Many thanks.

[AYVID N]

Those half-eaten rotting carcasses did pinch me somewhere but that’s everyone’s inevitable end. I like to think our primal ruthlessness is tempered by millennia of painstakingly cultivated human emotions but then I may be kidding me. A slap in the face! Very effective poem John.

[AYVID N]

You're welcome John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed we all become rotting carcasses dear poetess. I like the description 'primal ruthlessness' and you are right about the tempering although perhaps suppression is also in play? Many thanks for reading and commenting.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed we all become rotting carcasses dear poetess. I like the description 'primal ruthlessness' and you are right about the tempering although perhaps suppression is also in play? Many thanks for reading and commenting.

[Eden Zausner]

Amazing Work! I really liked your poem!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Eden.