GERYLL ZEHR poetry/photography
  • Home
  • Poems
    • Somewhere
    • Christmas
    • A Tear in the Sky
    • Space
    • Two
    • Garden
    • Midnight
    • Three Ocean Poems
    • A Quest Of My Own
    • Sunset
    • Shadow
    • X-ray Your Heart
    • Exquisite Our Kisses
    • Hand in Hand
    • Here It Began
    • In The Machine
    • The Shepherd
    • Tomorrow's Good
    • Rain on rain
    • Magic
    • LIke The Dawn Brings The Sun
    • Water for Fire
    • Houses Tall
    • Want and need
    • Unborn
    • The Danger To Dreams
    • The Other Half
    • Hunger, Child, Hunger
    • Show Me The Wind
    • Through The Rain
  • Photography
  • Journal
  • Contact



​Hunger, child, hunger is the purest taste of life
and nothing clears the mind, I say
like what's twixt fork and knife
and I've a hunger in my core
like fire in the fields
it eats the weeds, it burns the leaves
devours seeds and all.
​Desire, yes, desire is the meal
that I would spread
beneath my hand both day and night
till I am more than fed.
But strange to say, when there is more than I could hope to taste
I find my conscience wrung with guilt
o'r such an awful waste.
© copyright Geryll Zehr 2017
Proudly powered by Weebly
  • Home
  • Poems
    • Somewhere
    • Christmas
    • A Tear in the Sky
    • Space
    • Two
    • Garden
    • Midnight
    • Three Ocean Poems
    • A Quest Of My Own
    • Sunset
    • Shadow
    • X-ray Your Heart
    • Exquisite Our Kisses
    • Hand in Hand
    • Here It Began
    • In The Machine
    • The Shepherd
    • Tomorrow's Good
    • Rain on rain
    • Magic
    • LIke The Dawn Brings The Sun
    • Water for Fire
    • Houses Tall
    • Want and need
    • Unborn
    • The Danger To Dreams
    • The Other Half
    • Hunger, Child, Hunger
    • Show Me The Wind
    • Through The Rain
  • Photography
  • Journal
  • Contact