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sunday
Fish swim on to my plate,
Slippery roads of endless fate,
Sunday comes without being called,
poached eggs and coffee beans...
i ate away monday
and almost died,
the thoughts in my heat that the sun fried.
beat
beat beat.
sunday here
sumday there.
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Comment by: MoShnep - 2008-09-15 16:52
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| a nice dream! |
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| "poached eggs and coffee beans..." you got me there. what a sunday leading into monday being eaten away...been there :)...you give it a great twist...namaste |
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"slippery roads of endless fate"
nice line |
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| Its simplicity works really well with the overall feel and 'innocence' of the poem. And I love the last stanza! |
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Comment by: sadon - 2008-05-17 08:30
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hi! thanks everyone for well..taking out time and for all the comments. David, i'm from Bhutan,i wonder if you've ever heard of the country,its below China and above India.
Well about the poem,its like a tiny capsule of everything that's hapeening in my life these days.My need and dying will power to become a vegetarian,how uncertain life can be....and also I just finished college here in India so its about leaving. Sunday is my last day here..."a day that comes without being called".
Monday,a day that will arrive and the bitterness that almost kills me...the 'DEADLY' heat here in India..frying my endless thoughts..my heart beating..
ahh..yes..sunday here...and sumday there.
haha..i dont know whether i explained it the best way..but that is what it bascically is..and I hope the meaning doenst disappoint you! :)
If it does...all i can say is..go crazy with thoughts of your own and figure it out! :) cheers!! |
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