Food For Thought
written by: Glo Curl
The bags are heavy and my fingers numb
Reflections of how fortunate I am
To never have to fight over a crumb
Of flatbread or the dredges of stewed yam
All sustenance abundantly within
My reach from store and market, shopping cart;
I have clean water, cool upon my skin
No thirst or hunger tearing me apart
And every humble morsel on my plate
A precious gift; no scraps, half-eaten snacks
Scraped blindly to the bin, no use-by date
Forgotten on the top shelf at the back
To waste and at the same time know they die
For want of half, would have me live a lie
Glo writes formal poetry and flash, enjoying the discipline of the former and brevity of the latter. Her subject matter varies from humorous to dark, fiction and real life. Writing is a challenge, a pleasure and a great way to fill the hours. Her verse has been published in Lightenup-online, The Poet Magazine, Little Old Lady Comedy, Better Than Starbucks Haiku anthology and other places. Her flash fiction has found a home at Secret Attic, Thewrite-in, and Friday Flash Fiction. Glo writes for her own fulfilment; if someone else likes it, all the better. She is still adding stuff to her website: The Old Fashioned Poet.
Latest posts by Glo Curl (see all)
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