Saturday, 14 April 2012
Why don’t we sit outside
The first time they looked and look
Now they sit. ‘Can I have the usual Please’.
The feminine one pours her speech
The toned brown eyes smiles and sieves.
Once a week they meet to laugh
To dance away the trifle of life.
To cut the edges - trim, trim.
‘Oh, its already time to leave.’
‘Today, why don’t we sit outside?’
Sitting sideways, normally face to face
The feminine one turns; head down.
The toned brown eyes tries to look in her eyes.
She speaks with purple scented Iris words -
‘Our afternoon song we can no longer sing.’
K.Oni
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O, Lord of mercy
O, Lord of mercy Mercy me in my distress! My heart has gone far from you And your light of peace Has escaped my soul! O, bitter is the gall...
interesting title - why dont we sit outside could represent a metaphor for freedom and they use to sit inside like a cage (maybe thats what she felt) and now outside she wants to sing a different song.
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