Friday, June 10, 2011


They met each night
In honor of

Elbows off the table
Silverware in its right place
The food treated
With frosty reverence

Dysfunction was no excuse
To sacrifice


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sometimes your words bring back the befuddlement of unreason from childhood...

Parth said...

This serves as a good example of how everyone internalises and absorbs poetry. The vision you have presented is different than what I had in mind when I wrote this!

Piyu said...

i'm sure it was... but that's also the beauty of great poetry... the very fact that it is open to so many readings.

Parth said...

@Piyu: Indeed. Thanks for stopping by.