Food of Love — A Poem
In honor of National Poetry Month, I will be attempting to post a poem every day this month. Feel free to join in and link to your poems in the comments.
I changed my major a lot in college. I knew from the get-go that I wanted to write, but I also knew that I probably needed a more practical major to help pay the bills.
So, I explored classes in theatre, music, philosophy, and cultural anthropology, before deciding I didn’t have a practical bone in my body and finally graduated with a degree in Creative Writing.
I wrote this piece when I realized I wouldn’t be able to pursue a career in both music and creative writing and needed to choose between the two. Writing won out in the end, of course, but it was hard to let go of my desire to pursue music. I wanted it so badly at the time.
Food of Love
My forever faithless jealous lover,
Leaping from the fingers of another.
Unresolved notes loose their effect
In punishment for my long-time neglect.
A word with a sonnet, a wink at verse
Moments when I was too lost to rehearse.
My fingers slip and fall against your keys.
