Anapestic Hunger Written on March 12, 2013 by tinkwelborn Categories: Poetry - The Stuff of LifeTags: age, Anapestic, Desire, Hunger, Mental, Physical, poem, poetry, youth 0 0 comments so far. Why not leave your own? I need to get back to that feeling before. The one at the time that my parents ignored. The same one in my own son which I now abhor. And what be the difference, but an age by three score? So what of that difference, but Mind and not more? For Feeling, as Mental, the body, feels sore. Memory, still felt; with Time keeping score. ©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn Rate this:Share this:TinkwelbornShare Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related