Lean Wolf, Fat Dog

Love, like hunger and thirst, is almost impossible to stamp out. Plato

Hunger is a powerful master.

Should He take a hold of you, and

Keep you captive, He’ll make you

Grow weak and slender.

 

Freedom is a hard-won prize.

Should you taste Her sweet lips,

And feel Her warm embrace,

You’ll not give Her up for any price.

 

 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Aw man, everything I read from you echoes through my entire being like a reverberating bell! It's a bell of liberty and freedom of the spirit. And it's so refreshing to me, offering me hope and exceeding joy in the reading. We are definitely kindred souls attune to the spiritual pulse of truth. I have an older write called, "Desire" which pretty much states the same thing as this. How wonderful to read my own thoughts and feelings echoed in the words of another. That's just the best thing to me. I felt it first as a young boy reading writers like Emerson, Thoreau and more recently, Loren Eisley; the connection that eliminates the loneliness and sense of separation we can sometimes feel inside. We begin to question others, looking around, thinking, (Do they not feel things the same way as I do? Do they not laugh, mourn, weep and love as I do?) And the answer too often is no. And that just drives a sort of depression and anxiety in us; making us not want to reveal our true selves for fear of ridicule and disdain by the masses. We don't want that which is most precious within us to be subjected to the pettiness of others or as Jesus advised in Matthew 7:6 "Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces." But still, it brings us great sadness not to be seen, understood and loved for who we truly are. Your work is beautiful to me. F.

[Laz K.]

Thank you very much, and again, I agree with you. Poetry can be many things to many people. To some, it's a way to lament their lot in life, to others, it's political and social commentary. But, I think, after a while, if one is honest, it's not really enough or fulfilling anymore, because the ego is like a dog chasing it's own tale. But, it's not the end, because finally writing is less and less about "me" and a bit more about trying to "channel" messages from one's higher self. Then, poetry becomes an exercise much more sacred and serious than simply a litany of personal grievances and such.
Thank you again, and it is really, as you said, a consolation and a source of joy, to come across a kindred spirit on the path.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

My pleasure, always happy to find an understanding friend in this world.

[John the Baptist]

Very insightful write here. People in your part of the world probably have a greater appreciation of freedom than Americans do. I am old enough to remember the uprising of 1956.

[Starr]

WOW, this is one amazing write, I echo Lorry's part "There are many types of hunger"
very nicely written

[Lorry]

There are many types of hunger, but your above post covers them all so eloquently and no one ever chooses to be hungry, for any reason either.
Very nicely captured.