Poem -

a hungry soul

fact is things need feeding

BIrds in particilar or

so I was told by a lady of worth

When I was quite young
AndĀ Herself
Was quite old but she

told me a thing that was
Other than that, said
You'll work all your life feedingĀ 
Kids and a cat

giving and giving and taking
some too butĀ 
Remember this girl
Not at all will this do for

inside of us all
is a huge hungry soul
which can never be filledĀ 
Which remains a huge hole

It can never be filled up despite
How we try but

we can feed the birds so

Do that till you die.

M

Ā 

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Bernadete van d...

Hello Marion!!! Amazing write.
isn’t it strange……feeding and feeding, but never getting enough to satiate one’s own hunger.Ā 
Maybe souls are meant to be inĀ constant hunger,
or maybe the light it sends to the birds, to cats, to dogs, and to everyone else, bounce back in the form of quiet love!?Ā 
Good to see your words again. Ā 
BĀ 

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Marion

I was just about to delete and also am working my way to yours lol. I've been off a while and was just scrolling to see who's posted. Thanks so much B...see you on your page... X

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Bernie Martin

I feel the need to distinguish here between feeding that is meant for sustenance and spiritual feeding. I so want to interpret the whole poem as having a spiritual inclination showing the interconnectedness of all of nature. x

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