Saturday 24 April 2010

This little life



'The daily round, the common task',

alas, don't 'furnish all I ask'.
I cannot sleep, I overeat:
this little life's relentless beat.
(perhaps that last word should be bleat)

2 comments:

alembic said...

Great image -- the folded arms, the lack of eyes and mouth, all of it petrified -- for this poem,

(o)

marja-leena said...

Yes, as alembic said... and 'bleat' says it better.