Saturday, September 5, 2009


Spring Cleaning

Layers off.
Clothes.
Skin.
Bone.
Marrow.
Guts.

What was left
flew out
through the window.

4 comments:

Vinutha N said...

I have always loved the way you present ' succint imagery ' through your poems !!:)
Does the last line mean to say that the speaker is now devoid of something and is that expressing regret ??

Shoonyata said...

what is left
flew out of the window
to
get under your skin
bones marrow and gut

who knows
who it will meet up
in the mirror???

Tasneem said...

short! yet says so much!

Pramshanks said...

Vinutha, the last line has the meaaning that you percieve... like all the other lines. To me, it's about completion. Of the poem, of a feeling, of a journey.

Shoonyata, you vain old guy, you can't leave the mirror?

Tasneem, glad to see you here! Yes, I'm trying to speak more by saying less.