A two-part poem that focuses on a food.
Wanting More
1.
An ordinary pleasure
is to sit down when it’s possible
with your favourite brew,
To open that packet of biscuits.
To ease one from the wrapping
without breaking its delicate form.
To dip, to feel the chocolate
melt on your finger tip.
Only then to eat.
Oh so sweet,
one biscuit,
in one sensory moment,
an expression of ambrosia.
2.
But then the mind
craving another,
then another
and wanting more
than it has.
One more hour,
one more sunny day,
one more try,
another chance.
One more
chocolate biscuit
too many.
This one was very relatable! 🙂
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