Variety, and its Absence

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They kept expecting something…
more,
new,
different.
Meat was not to be had,
fruit was plentiful,
they ate what they could
gather.
There was only so much
that could be done with it,
they were bored,
but they were fed,
healthy,
which she felt good about,
since there was no money
for food.

Written for The Mag.

12 Comments

Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

12 responses to “Variety, and its Absence

  1. Nice interpretation of the prompt ~ I like the variety and its absence ~

  2. you know…sometimes you just have to do what you can to get by…that they were fed…whatever it is…is the key…and in the end that will be appreciated…

  3. Karen S.

    …and this was lovely!

  4. Yup, the old cliché about variety and spice spplies here. My OH can eat the same thing day after day after day, if I let him, but I do like my mixed diet. Your poem is subtle in blending necessity with choice.

  5. I like this. A lot. There might not be money for food but we eat what we can gather. So it is in the bulk of the world. Nice poem. A perfect fit for the prompt.

  6. Shawna

    This is a great metaphor for life, particularly American life. Wanting something more, new, different—variety, change, bigger, better. Having enough to survive and even to be healthy but not being satisfied.

  7. And the Earth provides sustenance, nevertheless, with its free gift of fruit…

  8. I like that the children were healthy and were fed. Thank you for sharing, Mark. =D

  9. bottom line….are they getting enough to eat, and are they safe… sometimes food becomes more important than safety… There’s some insight here, Mark, it takes me deeper than the words. Nicely done.

  10. Helen

    You know … sometimes simplicity is the best way to go! Nice writing, Mark.

  11. Tess Kincaid

    Aren’t we always so very bored…excellent write…

  12. I’ve certainly been in the ‘getting by’ stage in my youth before. Makes you appreciate life and its other blessings.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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