| namita kiran-thuene |
Posted
on 22-Mar-01 11:00 AM
I am on a roll here. I cannot seem to stop myself. Here is another poem - wrote a long long time ago.
My Soggy Red Slipper
This is yet another day.
With my falling energy
I drag myself out of the bed
eyes still blurry
I look for my slippers.
Panic strikes- I cannot find
my red slippers!
Head starts to spin
dread starts to roll in
the whole universe
spinning in front of my eyes
I try to remind myself
it's just a pair of slippers!
But my heart refuses to listen
the rationale takes a back seat
head starts to pound faster and
faster
collapsing on my unfriendly bed
I push away all my pillows
on the floor...like a dead chicken
Where are my red slippers?
Lying flat on my back
Laboursly rasping...
I need water!
Trying to reach for the water
the glass stumbles
on my lost slippers
wet and soggy
drenched - to the last bone
reminds me of the monsoon
I slip into them
Start of yet another day.
July 14, 1997
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Namita Kiran-Thuene
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