the mirror split
within the look
of sight
the aptest
share was near
snags come from
prognosticated
I see it strew
like ice melting
yet it was vivid
& heart
was sobbing
from my
caught
metacarpus
where I drove
the staring
fragment i
turned it to
attempt & stop
the red
drippings
1st place contest winner
Written: May 10, 2022
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
metacarpus, analogy, extended metaphor, inspirational,
Form: Other
No comes quickly to my lips
underneath the wave of lies
truth drowns and loses grip
Off the end
I remember before the memory formed
If i could give a
i wouldn't
Toilet roll telescopes
Shinning panda bears
Careless
Care less
are less
only the guilty con
Fess up
never had a top
Out going
First thing last
Thirst thin gasp
Never caught up
with death
That age of man in your metacarpus
of your multi-fingered appendage
the world in the palm of your hand
but i can under
_________s
_________t
_________a
_________n
_________d
none ever visited
no never visited
and i will never land
Categories:
metacarpus, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Wafting in the air,sweet scent of your soul,
Like a garden of lilac shrub and sweet pea;
Exuding my path, deodorant of your whole,
Like the path of African civet cat or hill
Of scent-born-beetles. You are not afar,
Your beacon,your sweet aroma is distinct;
Yours is not red-herring,but a sun’s compass;
Ageless trajectory that never misleads .
I am close,nearer than phalanges to metacarpus;
The scent of your soul,beam of light to my sight,
The scent of your soul,eternal buoy in my life ocean;
You are the mouth, I am the hand; in sun and in shade,
Does hand miss its journey to the mouth? Does hen
Miss its path to the brood?When horse comes to stable,
It does not need the bridle ; often in hide and seek,
Romeo knows where Juliet is. The scent of your soul,
Like the moon in the sky,which hand can shroud?
The scent of your soul, effulgence of the sun,
Which curtain can veil?When thunder sparks,
Who can extinguish its light with his breath?
Doubt not, delay not, deter not,no fissure;
Like onion’s flesh we are bound;like hunchback
Glued to the back we are locked;you wait not in vain,
Because of the scent of your soul,we shall cut cake.
Oct.12th,2014.
Categories:
metacarpus, addiction, identity, love,
Form: Verse
Lines broken and crossed,
Weathered skin,
Sun baked,
Fissured knuckles,
Short nails,
Old breaks
Crooked finger
Worn tips,
Scars,
Wrinkles,
Big surface veins,
Hair,
Blood blister,
Hard calluses,
Softened calluses,
Fresh scratches,
Small slivers,
Stained,
but ...
Awesome.
My hands.
Thank you, Lord.
Categories:
metacarpus, thank you,
Form: Free verse