I have been thinking how the body
is a vulture—all avarice and need.
How longing creeps up, stalking
for days, catches with such force
it leaves you breathless.
— Carol V. Davis, from “Need” in Into the Arms of Pushkin: Poems of St. Petersburg
Notes:
- Poem: Thank you Beth @ Alive on All Channels.
- 3D Illustration “Insomnia” by Nikita Veprikov (Ukraine) (via Mennyfox55)
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Thanks for sharing Karen.
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This is making my hair hurt, David! Wow…
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Laughing. Oh, no!
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Yes so true.
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Leaves us breathless and desperate to catch that elusive kitty (right side of photo)
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You caught that!
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😉surprised?
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yes.
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and there is no leaving it behind. until we do at last.
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Yes. Exactly.
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And even when satisfied, often leaves one empty.
-Alan
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Deep!
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Can’t be too deep, Dave. I thought of it.
-Alan
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Oh, I doubt that, very much. You swim in deep waters Alan. I read you. I see it.
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I humbly thank you my friend.
-Alan
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