A course-correction knife was plunged too late.
A smile was still, upon her lips, that date.
Clueless, for most of life, the cherries, green.
Her shoulder-bluffs and high-peak cheeks are seen.
She stands five feet, barely a statue-bold.
Appears quite warm with bundled arms of gold.
A pointed thumb at chest level. A charm
Bracelet does shake with silver-fake alarm.
The lyrics play a lycra-schmooze with stretch.
Uncanny walking cane, amidst homestretch.
A slide puzzle, her wrinkles crash and burn.
Only then, girl, a happenstance upturn.
A giving tree, with scathing sack of seed.
The dandiest scatters of yellow weed.
A field not quite a rose, with weaker stems.
A chosen path amidst headstones - few gems.
But remembered, oh yes. Her name engraved
and youthful picture set. ‘Tis what she craved.
Categories:
homestretch, imagery,
Form: Heroic Couplet
Alone, twenty fingers count every breath
a law - keeper, invincible, his hands;
while gavel strikes once for plea's homestretch
and final rule, the ever wise ,commands.
His neutral face more prudent on this day;
as evidence seeks truth nailing what's fair;
Through outstretched morning, words duly convey
a wail of inked tears that stain crime's error.
Smokey the heat from palm burning inside,
announcing a verdict from conscience, free
to summon light for a never turning tide,
a discernment which flames on hands' decree.
The throbbing night braces to guide him on,
to rest his thumb, imprints never withdrawn.
Jajosh Ongado / 12' 15'13
With These Hands Contest/ Nette Onclaud
Visual 4
Categories:
homestretch, courage, judgement,
Form: Sonnet