Molasses
Like some fly stuck in molasses,
Fluttering wings,
Tiring limbs,
and there is everything.
Emotion,
Love,
Lust,
Passion,
Food,
Water.
Thirst,
Hunger,
Pain,
Anger,
Hate,
Work,
Life,
Relations.
And then there is nothing.
Like molasses
Like the fly
Like slow drain
from the soul.
Life empties,
conserve in sugar syrup.
10 Feb 2005
Fluttering wings,
Tiring limbs,
and there is everything.
Emotion,
Love,
Lust,
Passion,
Food,
Water.
Thirst,
Hunger,
Pain,
Anger,
Hate,
Work,
Life,
Relations.
And then there is nothing.
Like molasses
Like the fly
Like slow drain
from the soul.
Life empties,
conserve in sugar syrup.
10 Feb 2005
Labels: poetry
Selected by Anonymous |
09:11 |
2 Comments:
Good to see you back!!
Nice piece , starts on a lively note and ends with stroke of pain.
Will make a good reading..
Susmita
nice images... i mean, not 'nice' as nice goes, but the image of a fly in molasses and that being life... sweet, trapped, whatever!
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