Sunday, February 20, 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:

jaerose said...

What was at the top of that ladder? Jae

Brian Miller said...

mmm...so whats for lunch? smiles.

Monkey Man said...

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

Alice Audrey said...

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

Elaine said...

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

Trulyfool said...

Gautami,

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

Trulyfool

5thsister said...

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

oldegg said...

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?

joanny said...

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

joanny

Larry, aka The Kid and The Old Goat said...

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


Larry

Mama Zen said...

You are so right!

Understanding Alice said...

ooh, apples or plums I wonder :)

Old Altonian said...

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

gautami tripathy said...

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

annell said...

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

lightverse said...

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