Promptly Poetry Entries (6/20 - 6/21)

After the Fast

The hours go slowly at first
visions of future feasting
fill up the empty moments.
It’s a struggle to engage
the brain in reason.
Math counts only grams,
the macros are puzzles
each piece fitting perfectly.
Oh, why must it be a pie chart?
Suddenly, the wait is over.
The time of the replenishment
is short, must be seized
like one end of a wishbone
with desire and determination,
But,
I am no longer hungry


Promptly Poetry
Week 52
Write a poem about something that has ended