Thursday, December 22, 2011

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We stand there at the back door
writing about the mistakes
but
there are no conclusions
and no good coming
out

so

we run on our foul feet
to the rocks of ice
and lie down
with only
our dogs

3 comments:

lorely said...

For such a young lady, you have such maturity...I suppose our feet are always foul as we will never achieve perfection...dogs have a purity of soul we will never acquire, at least not while here on this earth

Rohit said...

this is as deep and profound as short the poem is!few lines,hundred thoughts.couldn't capture the essence(courtesy my limited poetry understanding) but I'm taking it to be sort of giving the moral-"its no use lamenting,cribbling,repenting!"

senses of soul said...

=)