Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine
Leftovers
By Michael Turner
I consumed the leftover squash and onions today
as well as the last of the Christmas turkey.
Seven days into the new year I still consume your love
but cannot savor you.
You join me at dinner, noon and night in so many ways,
but I can no longer feel your soothing tug at my ear.
Tomorrow I shall change the sheets,
and no longer sleep with you.
Michael Turner’s poem Call Waiting appeared at vox poetica in January 2011.
This is so terribly poignant, Michael,if it means what I think it means. Especially the last two lines. And the title. One word, conveying so much.
This was filled with passion and foresight.
Breathtaking poem. Thank you for sharing it.
Beautiful. The last line really caught me and held me for a long time.
Ouch. I love a poem with a stinger at the end. Well done.
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