Sunday 20 September 2009

glaring nightmare









all those walks with you
ahead of you,
behind you
has done nothing for me
calls for friendship has holes
as wide as craters

as deep as viper's pit

but what do I know anyway

I haven't seen either


walk, walk, thats all you do

expect me to follow you through

my boots refuse to go another step

let's be friends, sickens me

on the sidewalks I spill my guts out

people stare and you glare

all of it is a nightmare

yet I say it with as much aplomb as dare


you might as well hang on the poles

19 comments:

  1. No committment...he's walking without getting anywhere.

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  2. Many of us seem to keep on walking to nowhere.

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  3. beautiful dear..many of us do follow someone who is goin nowwhere:)...

    loved this poem:)..

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  4. A poem that really FEELS.
    Beautiful!

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  5. "walk...walk...thats all you do..
    expect me to follow you through"...a sense of deja vu fills me. Nicely written Gautami.

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  6. one step and the next will get you to where you're going...one of my favourite sentence in a book called 'Swan Song'...applies here somewhat ;)

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  7. One feels the deep frustration because of someone's unwillingness to make a commitment. Excellent portrayal of walking and going nowhere fast - for both. Well done Guatami.

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  8. Such a beautiful piece, I love these lines,

    'calls for friendship has holes
    as wide as craters
    as deep as viper's pit'

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  9. Tami my friend excellent as always. I would say to you dump him!!!
    Love is hard to find and harder to find true love. Well done my friend.


    love-Melanie-bhd

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  10. Yes, this struck me. Friendship does have holes and sometimes we tumble into them. Sad. True friends are hard to come by.

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  11. 'let's be friends, sickens me
    on the sidewalks I spill my guts out
    people stare and you glare'

    This is so raw.

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  12. A raw spilling of emotional protest! Quite disturbing! A dramam in poetry!

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  13. You write beautifully! "My boots refuse to go another step" I can picture that in so many ways-love it!

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  14. Protest just walks and runs through this one. Brilliant as usual

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  15. Sometimes we feel like we are left behind...that happens in some parts of life:)

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  16. Wow gautami,another superb one from you....
    Reminds me of some things in the past.

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  17. Your writings are so completely raw and honest. I appreciate them.

    My favorite lines:
    let's be friends, sickens me
    on the sidewalks I spill my guts out
    people stare and you glare

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