Your pull is like the Earth to the Moon.
The moon to the tides.
A magnet to metal.
Your visage…
Runs contrary to the laws of
physics; psychic; supernatural; otherworldly.
But…
Terrestrial in orgin.
But when starved
of the embrace
that
affords
nourishment
that
foraging
does
not
supply.
It leaves one
barren, hollowed and emaciated
inside.
To be discarded,
as a useless vessel.
Amazing location and good description in the poem. Thank you.
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Thanks for the literary patronage John, I appreciate you.
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Emersen, you are too kind.
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Nothing should have such a strong pull on us accept our love for God. This is a nicely written poem.
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