Friday, September 11, 2009

inside, outside, which side

outside of myself
exactly where I wish to be

munching a green apple
careful about those pips

I feel so alive, so alive
even though my tattoo throbs

my spectacles slip
shattered glass reflects thirst

curtains hide that outside
I stay trapped in myself

with my bare fingers
I gorge that triple sundae

half eaten green apple
stares at me accusingly

31 comments:

anthonynorth said...

Ah, the temptations. Enjoyed this.

Sweetest in the Gale said...

This sounds familiar...lol. I can relate to this one. Lovely post!

glowby said...

Rich and lush and vivid!

Lorraine said...

Oh wonderful indulger you, I love this, I missed it...where have I been?
eating ice cream inside my head ;)

Dee Martin said...

Oh to be able to actually step outside ourselves! All this lovely poem goodness and ice cream to boot :)

Heliotropism said...

My favorite is:

Curtains hide that outside, I stay trapped in myself...

Curtains are hiding you from the outside allowing you to stay trapped.

linda may said...

Me too, give me a choice and I usually pick naughty over healthy.

songofsea said...

Yah this was nice...
like the
half eaten green apple
stares at me accusingly...

It made me laugh this mornin.

Thanks for sharing.

http://songofsea.wordpress.com/2009/09/13/705/

SandyCarlson said...

The passion for sweetness can overtake but never satisfy....Temptation starves us.

Linda Jacobs said...

There is so much symbolism in the apple!

And I, too, love the line, "outside
I stay trapped in myself."

Janice Thomson said...

Temptation has been the bane of our lives since the beginning of human existence starting with that dang apple...
A much enjoyed read Guatami.

Yellow Tulip said...

ah nice one dear:)...enjoyed ur pom:)...lovely write:)

ChefDruck said...

Tattoos are so linked with temptation. That's the title of my post. I loved the image of the green apple, first so refreshing and crispy, and then just a guilt inducer.

Nice!

Tammie Lee said...

try a fugi apple next time, more sweet, like a sundae, it might get eaten ;-} wonderful poem,, so many layers.
Spirithelpers

Amias said...

Life is sweet and sour, and so is some foods ... each stanza stands on it's own, like looking in mirrors --- linked like chains, even broken they are whole. Whatever your thirst, you quenched it well.

keiths ramblings said...

A really tasty poem and I loved it!

zoya gautam said...

.. apples, temptation and icecream ..

very good to read ..

b said...

I was here and could almost taste the apple!

b

Quiet Paths said...

Sweet thirst for it all....

floreta said...

i think to feel pain makes you feel alive. because life comes from suffering. aha :D

Maggie said...

I can well relate...

curtains hide that outside
I stay trapped in myself

I say eat and enjoy the sundae...if that is what you crave.

Jennifer Hicks said...

well done! tantillizing!

Jim said...

Oh Gautami, you did it wrong!
You should eat the apple and then have the sundae.
That's the way I do it. I hate those stares of uneaten food.
..
Maybe you didn't do it wrong, that was cruel to say after such a battle here with yourself.
AND YOU LOST!
..

Jeeves said...

:D. Enjoyed as usual

RBroeker said...

Our inside sometimes becomes visible this way. A nice surrealistic verse!

Best wishes
Ralf

Leo said...

i like how u have combined these prompts.. neatly done! :)

qualcosa di bello said...

that guilt after giving-in is just like a poisoned apple!

Tumblewords: said...

Clever - but the apple will not taste nearly as sweet after the sundae...clever, indeed!

Just someone said...

How do you write such great pieces? Do you write them at one sitting? Or write them in phases?

I am so intrigued by all your wonderful pieces... where does the idea start?

please feel free to ignore my questions as that of an envious aspirant.:) I don't mean to be nosy - just wondering...

Sij said...

Like the worm trapped in a green apple, I eat away my days with the thirst for release.

Beloved Haiku Dreams said...

Tami my friend. I am with you. Oh how I love sweet things.
Good poem and liked your images and the one about "my spectacles slip
shattered glass reflects thirst"
This is a very suggestive line.
Well done....

love-Melanie