You Are What You Eat?

 

Commit to me an answer to my question, I pray.

For endlessly upon my mind doest it weigh.

Is it true you are what you eat?

For if it is indeed true, it shall perform a most longed for feat.

A sweet little bird to its love may it fly,

Upon strong wings, even wind it shall defy.

So if I were to consume a wing,

Would glistening plumes fan and spring?

A whale’s song so beautiful, the sweetest sound I’d warrant,

Wooing his love, to him she’ll come in a frenzied torrent.

So if I were to consume this large fish,

Would my voice send my love to me, my most wanted wish.

Upon my finger, this pretty little butterfly rests,

So gracefully this little beauty so trustingly nests.

If I where to eat beauty, to my love would I be most beautiful and complete?

Is it true, that you are what you eat?

 

Alyssa Marie Gandolfi

Reviews

[Dylan Patrick]

I like this poem a lot. It makes me wish the saying really was true, and has me imagining what else I would eat for a specific trait. The way you ponder the question is well written. Well done.

[DavidRyan]

Just real quick, second to last line, you put "where" instead of "were"....Now, to the good stuff....this amazing! Everyone has heard and used the cliche line of "You are what you eat"...but the spin you put on it is so brilliant and truly an original take on an outdated saying. I love the idea of, if you eat something, you don't actually become that thing, but you could adopt the best trait about them as your own. This was truly beautiful and you're quickly becoming one of my top writers to read.