Saturday, November 16, 2013

A ring of paper..

In a marooned afternoon nothing works.

Add a little more sugar to a cup of coffee;
either it melts too tough or too tender 
on the pallet of tongue.

Have you ever seen a paper ring rolling 
there in a marooned afternoon?

It certainly hasn't rolled many afternoons
like a gladiolus in the garden.

But it aches when a paper ring rolls..
Because in a marooned afternoon
 a dirge is heard on death of a baby
yet to be inside womb..


  1. loved the imagery here..
    ring of paper.. marooned feelings..

    concluding lines.. that were ace !!