Catharsis

Catharsis

A Poem by Libby McKeown

The carnivore

savors the moment

when the teeth rend flesh

and the tongue finds purpose.

 

The carcass

savors no moment

of a purpose fulfilled.

Tomorrow,

there will be a new carcass.

 

You, I'm sure, are asleep. 


© 2010 Libby McKeown



My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

Beautiful...so skillfully done..

Posted 1 Year Ago


a cynical wink at apathy, an acknowledgement of the amorality we all rationalize as "making a living."
the lucky ones "make a killing". Clever and concise.

Posted 3 Years Ago


this is actually a very captivating story that i have no clue why it draws me. i perfer longer poems but this seems to get it done in a few lines. it makes me wish i knew my purpose like the hunter and its prey.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Holy crap, this is a gem. Short, and very sweet. Your word choices paint a vivid image and convey emotion very well. I really like this piece =) thanks for sharing!

Posted 3 Years Ago


Overall, a beautifully short and developed poem. Fantastic transition between the hunter and the hunted in the first line of the first and second stanza. The only issue would be your last line, I understand the way you're attempting to wrap it up, but I find the "I'm sure" could be flourished, although the rest of the poem keeps a simple rhythm, those two words use a bit more flare. Unless you purposely want the reader to read that with a slight less importance so they focus on the rest of the poem more intricately.

Posted 3 Years Ago


rich in meaning, interestignly written

VIncent

Posted 3 Years Ago


Love it.

Posted 3 Years Ago



Request Read Request
Subscribe Subscribe
Add to Library My Library

Stats

182 Views
7 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on April 19, 2010
Last Updated on April 19, 2010

Author

Libby McKeown
Libby McKeown

mobile, AL



About
How could I ever explain?? A side note: I will read every read request. I can't promise I will review every one. However, don't be an a*s and send me (or anyone) 400 requests! I will unfriend y.. more..

Writing