A Hunger and a Need
my writing is a silent art
practiced in the hush of night
when the moon is glowing
and my cat is sleeping in her bed
softly snoring and purring
and from my heart and soul I write, the
words falling on my pages, I
write of the dead, and
of nature breathtakingly beautiful, my
pen finds grief, and love
and for all this I receive no wage
for this art of words
is a hunger and a need
________________________
December 26, 2021
Poetry/Verse/a hunger and a need
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1416-260-26
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Strand (Dec 26)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 12/27/2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.