Consumption

seasonal affect effects

screams rush with the wind

winter seeds itself everywhere

and on everything

my screams, others scream,

no one hears 

except those that do

how does something so natural

appear so unnatural?

biting at the sloppy fleshy 

bits and pieces overhanging

edges of tribulation

that screamers concede to,

at least for the seeding

for now we thickly paint ourselves

with chocolate browns and

gravy grays and lick

our frosted lips

and toast with giggle bubbles

devouring the cold pangs

into profound obesity and 

for a moment, content

Author's Note

hello my poetic friends, so sorry to be away for so long. Many of you have written in concern and I assure you I am still alive and so far healthy but have been very busy with those friends and family that are not. I have not intentionally ignored your calls and letters but as you know one can only handle what we can when we can. I have missed you and thank you for your letters and calls and hope you are healthy and happy.

I am also getting used to a new computer so I hope this new poem comes through alright but if not let me know cuz I am still learning how to navigate this tech and you all know this is not my forte LOL.

Hugs and kisses
Love P

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

I think it's instinct to fatten up for the winter. Prepare for the cold with insulation. Now the need is gone, but not the drive to consume. I'm guessing a lot of people who are overweight have wished they could eat themselves. Interesting ideas in this poem Patricia.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Im intrigued how this is sublime and with a sugar fix mix, it was interesting how screaming sounds paradoxical with giggling in sugar rush. Kudos!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too.

[Patricia]

thank you for your comment

[Lorry]

Seems to me that winter time is usually a time of walking with eyes to the ground and being too cold to casually stroll and make eye contact with anyone unless they are lying on the ground, but now we have the added concerns of an unjust war biting into everyone's paychecks and bills and the cost of living rising at "oh for fecks sake" levels, leaving us with so little breathing space it's a surprise we don't see more collapsed on the ground, never mind struggling to join them ourselves.
We all look like bundled up versions of Munch's scream trying to hold it all in and for the most part succeeding, just.
Roll on spring and summer and pretty please with a big cherry on top, a bit more sanity in a world getting more unsane by the minute.

[Patricia]

thank you dear Lorry

[Chris Shaw]

Good to see a post from you Patricia. A delayed response because the site had an outage for two days. Pleased to hear you are healthy. Looking after those who are not, comes with family. I too have my fair share. I have always found contentment in a bar or two of chocolate when the going gets tough. Winter can be cruel and cold. Have a hug and take care of yourself.

Chris

[Patricia]

thank you dear Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

Silent screamers in winter white; tis the season of agony, misery, pain; only some respond to the screams ; seeds diffuse with the frigid wind, scatter everywhere...everything is unnatural because the earth is dark without color... few screams are heard, others silent....too arctic to blend with nature....so we take part in inside events, like gorging ourselves on food and playing silly games... content for now! I like your metaphors about winter and dark moods... soon we will see some happy screams!
Hugs to you and welcome back P.
Love
Me

[Patricia]

thank you B Hugs

[Betty Hermelee]

you're welcome dear P... when you get a chance, please read the last trilogy of poems starting with "BRIDGES END" thank you.
HUGS, me

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Patricia... lovely to read your words. There are so many things to take up our time;
however, we are given lovely skies and birdsong to give us Courage. I have left Pumpkin Seeds
embedded in the Earth... always hoping for a Pumpkin Patch. Good Luck with your new computer.
tenderly. Pat

[Patricia]

thank you Pat Hugs!