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The following poem was inspired by Dr. Jayne Shatz's artwork, The Empty Bowl, which appears on the Poetry X Hunger website--ART - Poetry X Hunger. An Empty Bowl has no home carries no story- it walks the streets, crouches at crossings waits in corners to let the sun wash it clean. It seeks no fancy recipes no gourmet food just the residue, a spill of life- broken rice so often half cooked, stuck to the bottom of the pan with a coal lining. Bio: An engineer and management consultant by profession, Abha Das Sarma enjoys writing. Her poems have appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, Spillwords, Verse-Virtual, Sparks of Calliope and The Ekphrastic Review among others. Having spent her growing up years in small towns of northern India, she currently lives in Bengaluru.
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The following poem was inspired by Dr. Jayne Shatz's artwork, The Empty Bowl, which appears on the Poetry X Hunger website--ART - Poetry X Hunger. Hunger Dance Why not give it to me now, my death certificate? Why wait until my heart stops walking, until my body tumbles over the cliff of consciousness? I haven’t eaten in days. Because I’m bed-bound, my son and daughter used to bring me food. Stop, I told them. You’re pulling bread out of your childrens’ mouths. It’s nighttime, my best time for resting and healing. The moon is full and the stars dance in a web of luna celebrations. Tonight, though, heat beats through the room, greases the bedrail, darkens the sheets with sweat. I pull up my shirt for relief and watch my ribs glisten in the moonlight, rising into their own constellation, ready to join the party above. The sound of my body shutting down is deafening. Still, I discover a small repository of strength. I extend my hand. Please, I say. Give me what you can.  Karl Kadie is poet and author of Revenge of Nature and The Burning House. His poetry has appeared in The Sailors Review, Poetry Ink Anthology, The Santa Clara Review, New Verse News, and many other publications.
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