Tuesday, 16 March 2010

Beg

BEG

–verb (used with object)
1. to ask for as a gift, as charity, or as a favour.
2. to ask (someone) to give or do something; implore.
3. to take for granted without basis or justification.
4. to fail or refuse to come to grips with; avoid; evade.
–verb (used without object)

5. to ask alms or charity; live by asking alms.
6. to ask humbly or earnestly.
7. (of a dog) to sit up, as trained, in a posture of entreaty.



Your hand a shallow bowl
Begging for stray thoughts,
Shadows left behind by departing doubts
And wasted tears gone dry with age.
Begging for a gesture, a look
Cognition before recognition
A loosely wrapped bond ready to fly.
Begging to be held.


The background picture is copyright of Willow of Willow Manor, who has put it forth as a writing prompt.
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11 comments:

Ronda Laveen said...

Beautifull written and begging for a well deserved compliment.

Lorenzo at the Alchemist's Pillow said...

This is a beautiful and tender take on the prompt, Nathalie.

little hat said...

I always enjoy your succinct responses. and their link to the word of the day.

willow said...

Wonderful Nathalie! I purposefully turned the photo on it's side... much more to be gleaned with the palm turned up.

Vicki Lane said...

a beautiful response!

Lyn said...

The need of us all..beautifully told! Maybe we can stop begging and just receive the lovingkindness we deserve!

Brian Miller said...

wonderfully done magpie...makes me think of those just wanting to have the touch of another to make them feel again...

Peter Goulding said...

Normally I'd imagine three 'begging's in eight lines to be overdoing it, but this works very well.

steviewren said...

Oh sad...I don't know if you meant it the way I interpreted it. I see a elderly person afflicted with Alzheimer's. Their hand just a shallow bowl of their former self...and the loved one reaching a hand out as well...hoping to be recognized, just one more time.

Jennifer said...

Beautiful Nathalie,
I just love the idea of a hand as a vessel - or in this case, a hopeful vessel, needing to be filled.

christine said...

Beautiful words and such feeling..

'Wasted tears gone dry with age'
How sad..very well written I loved it.

Christine