Monday, April 12, 2010

Silence at Supper

Of late, she noticed,
He always complained:
She was either
Too sweet,
Or too sour;
Too spicy,
Or too bland;
Too dry,
Or too greasy;
Too sharp,
Or too salty;
Too hot,
Or too cold;
Too raw,
Or over-cooked;
Too heavy,
Or too light;
She never was
Just right.

And now he sat
Staring at the soup
She'd served;
Staring beyond the bowl,
Beyond the room,
Beyond their home,
Beyond her.

"Is the salt right?"
She asked quietly.
"Yea, just right,"
He mumbled,
Spooning it up,
His eyes still
On the just-right soup-
Staring beyond the bowl,
Beyond the room,
Beyond their home,
Beyond her.

And she knew why
She never was
Just right.

Outside,
She saw night fall,
Fast and heavy,
Like the silence
Inside.

Thus sat the two,
Three shadows
Danced on the wall.

2 comments:

Lipin Ram said...

very good. just a little suggestion. i thought there were too many 'too's..even without them the meaning is very clear. and i thought, those shadows,did they really 'dance'..after wat has happened btw. them? weren't they very still as if 'etched' on the wall?

regardin the 'museum' poem,might take time

Jinju said...

Thanx for dropping by and 4 ur valuable comment, comrade...well, i used 'too' in almost every line for d musical effect...and abt d shadows dancing, i conceived of it as a sinister dance of the ill-fated love triangle...