From my window i see
Green marzipan
Dusted with icing sugar.
Frosted golf green for dessert
Anyone?
Delivery
I am warm
In this by now familiar womb
Comforted by the soft dark shapes that surround
Me
I know it’s time to leave but
I don’t want to
Not yet
I am just getting comfortable
A great big heave
A headless voice
And I am pushed out
Silently kicking and screaming
In to the cold
My station has arrived
Musical Chairs
They shuffle uncertainly
To a noise that has over time
Become music
It comes to a sudden stop
And a confusing scramble ensues
No one playing by the rules
‘Cheater’ hangs unspoken in the air
and
glares strain the eyes of the disgruntled
The train pulls out
And those standing continue to play
But never by the rules
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12 comments:
Poetry usually eludes me - I make no bones about it. Even if I reread verse a dozen times, I never usually "get" it.
But I totally "got" poem no. 2 on the first try and loved it!
i'm pretty much in the same boat as terri (too dense for poetry types :D )
but these were simple and naiiice :)
Can we have some more please? :)
Ummmmm...marzipan tortell...would love to have one now.
I feel so badly that I didn't get the third one :-(
lolz...gud 1...
miss you :(
Loved 'em :) Esply the first one!
Terri & Shub - Most poetry flummoxes me as well! :D Glad you liked it
Mumbaiwallah - :D May be I should look for some inspiration in socks?
Keya - :) The third one's about scrambling for a seat on the train
confused - thanks! miss u too! But i'll be seeing you soon
shyam - foodie that you are :D
I loved all three :-) The metaphors you've used are very nice.. Your silence is like slow death!! I wish you'd write more often, but then again, I usually wish for too much :-D
I liked the womb one--couldn't guess until you stated it!
nessa - thanks! i'm really trying to write more regularly!
lak - thanks!
Loved 'em all :-)
My favourite is poem no. 1 :)
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