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Food for Thoughts
Nathalie Boisard-Beudin
It
Does
Not have
To be brains.
For, if truth be known,
I’d rather not eat meat at all.
Besides which: I never was the intellectual.
Now
That
I am
A zombie
I might seem wild and dazed,
Confused even, as I stumble
In search for food and, what’s more, unassailable truths.
Don’t
We
All love
Myths and lies?
We fear the darkness
Fostered by imagination
Placing clowns in our nightmares and brains as food for thoughts.
But
I
Now know
- Twist of fate –
The reality
Is that our dead are dead are dead
And no food will ever content them – us - but laughter.
True.
A
Bon mot
A good joke
Shaking our bellies
With merriment will feed us all
Reminding us of what if felt like to be alive.
Back
Then
A spark
Switched on life,
Ultimate magic.
It was “I laugh therefore I am”.
With all laughter gone, we simply forgot how to live.
Nathalie Boisard-Beudin has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Nathalie's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Nathalie's latest works: