Gula, Acedia

Parts five and six of a seven part set.

Gula

 

I satisfy my pallet

With a myriad of excellence

Delicacies of reknown cushion my girth

Eye my holding and I shall strike you

Beat you off like the cur you are

Away from my elegance

 

 

 

 

Acedia

 

I care not for your words

Your trials

Your fears, woes, joys or tidings

Leave me be

All shall fade

You do not concern me

 

Reviews

[Manish Goyal]

Wonderous. So few words yet so many emotions. Poetry, in itself, a metaphor.