Hunger

A friend set forth 
the challenge:
pen me a sweet poem of passion.

Easy enough to imagine.
More memories to draw on
than many.

Thirty pages of crossed-out, 
go-nowhere notes
later, I realized...
a women with no food
can only write of her hunger.


Pris Campbell
(c)2002

Artwork: Odessa by Frederick Hart
Music: Cello Allemande by Bach

This poem was given Honorable Mention for
the last week of July 2002 on the Wildpoetry Forum.
Thanks, moderators!

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