The Feast And The Famine

Metaphysics

Hunger is chilly; food brings warmth

Hungry for life; food for worms.

Born at moon’s dawning

To die in the morning -

We are born, and live our lives, in the dark.

We are born cold torches; love is the spark.

We are born into ignorance, hatred and wars

Knowledge is our moon and wisdom; our stars.

Lighter grows the night, the more we press on

Brighter is the night, the closer to dawn.

But the moment just before is blacker than black

Life’s - and night’s - last hour is darker than dark

When the stars bow out of the sky, one by one

And we blow out our torches to see in the sun.

 

We fall victim to violence, to age, to disease;

We are not here forever; we sever, we cease.

May the sunrise find you exhausted and spent;

May morning find you burnt down to the end.

For loving is living, and living is learning;

Is having, and losing, and failing, and trying;

Is wanting, and choosing, and falling, and flying;

Is laughing, and crying; the feast and the famine.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Inspired by Foo and Mazinger

Reviews

[Centfie]

Absolutely amazing philosophical poem. Deeper than deep, better than good;-) The rhythm is great too...it lingers in the readers mind and it is fun if read aloud.

[M.Babu]

One of your greatest pieces yet.
Powerful.
~M.Babu~