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
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16 comments:

  1. jaerose20 February 2011 at 07:24

    What was at the top of that ladder? Jae

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  2. Brian Miller20 February 2011 at 09:34

    mmm...so whats for lunch? smiles.

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  3. Monkey Man20 February 2011 at 09:41

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

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  4. Alice Audrey20 February 2011 at 09:44

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

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  5. Elaine20 February 2011 at 11:38

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

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  6. Trulyfool20 February 2011 at 11:53

    Gautami,

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

    Trulyfool

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  7. 5thsister20 February 2011 at 12:30

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

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  8. oldegg20 February 2011 at 14:00

    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. joanny20 February 2011 at 14:51

    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. Larry, aka The Kid and The Old Goat20 February 2011 at 17:30

    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. Mama Zen20 February 2011 at 17:46

    You are so right!

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  12. Understanding Alice21 February 2011 at 02:27

    ooh, apples or plums I wonder :)

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  13. Old Altonian21 February 2011 at 03:00

    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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  14. gautami tripathy21 February 2011 at 03:50

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

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  15. annell21 February 2011 at 06:20

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

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  16. lightverse22 February 2011 at 11:14

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

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