why do you sit here still?
behind the toothpaste and the razor
is it that you find the company of my toothbrush
endearing, though you might envy it?
what is it that you dream about
in the wee hours of each morning?
are you waiting for him to remember you
and find his way back home?
Writes of Passage
questions for an abandoned toothbrush
Posted on October 22nd, 2009
A piece of Musings: Writes of Passage
Tagged with anthropomorhphism, old.stuff, poem, questions
9 pebbles in the pond »
the spider speaks out
Posted on September 19th, 2009
There once was a lady of epic proportions,
Who’d heave and puff with the slightest of motions.
And, I, the narrator,
a humble Spider,
Find her stomach as wide as the oceans
A piece of Musings: Writes of Passage
Tagged with interpretations, limerick, old.stuff Throw the first pebble »
refugee
Posted on August 17th, 2009
sitting, with legs tucked under
on an armchair, by the window, one crisp noon
A piece of Musings: Writes of Passage
Tagged with love, poem, time 3 pebbles in the pond »
So freakishly hot...
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