Sunday 20 February 2011

stepped up

I climb two steps on ladder
hang from there
sweet sorrow passes fleeting in my mind
slowly I gobble on food

you see, ruminating with a hungry belly is not done

16 comments:

  1. What was at the top of that ladder? Jae

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  2. mmm...so whats for lunch? smiles.

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  3. This one is most definitely food for thought. Thanks for being a part of the Sunday 160. Great work.

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  4. Of course not. It's hard to think straight over the the tummy rumbling.

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  5. Oh Gautami, you leave me hungry for more. Well done!

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  6. Gautami,

    . . . and one needs a relatively high perch from which to begin digesting.

    Trulyfool

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  7. I guess that cookie jar was a wee bit out of reach. Enjoy your snack!

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  8. How dark is this? The sweet sorrow and the slowly gobbling takes the reader through a variety of possibilities. Could he/she be about to hang themselves?

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  9. intriguing metaphors, climbing up the ladder -- reminds me of the hierarchy of the world food chain and where one lands in the order.

    joanny

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  10. Say, you need to go and read my last week's 160 poem if you are ruminating on a hungry belly. :)


    Larry

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  11. Sometimes fasting can sharpen the wits - look at Ghandi - but I have to go along with Old Egg. I suspect that ladder.

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  12. Old Altonian, he was Gandhi. NOT Ghandi...

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  13. I can't think of anything that is fun when we are actually hungry....nice write.

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  14. I wonder...what was so compelling up that ladder. You poems provides much food for thought,

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