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Saturn devours his children and so do i
by Vikki Owenswhat i produce
i consume,
each fleshed out love,
each bone filled, heartfelt
masterpiece of connection
and company,
every creation of mine
is secondary to
the oscillating patterns
of my yes's and no's,
my black and whites
my love and hate..
each child of my energy
is on a pedestal
with rickety legs,
awaiting a topple from
some perception of my own
mis-communication
between my heart and head.
i try to wait for the pendulum to swing,
but i'd rather devour it instead.
..and it does taste sweet to eat
what you once loved,
until you you're full and your arms are empty.
soon you will be ravenous again.
07/12/2012 Posted on 07/12/2012
Copyright © 2026 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 07/12/12 at 05:58 PM This made me think of Goya's painting, Saturn Devouring His Son. Anyways, you have an interesting appetite Vikki, and it made for an equally interesting poem, applicable to many I'm sure. But I sometimes wonder--do I devour these things, or do they devour me? |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/12/12 at 08:08 PM This struck me and disturbed me, but the disturbance is welcomed. Wowza! |
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