Fin flags shiver beside a slightly gaping mouth
Pectorals all aquiver with the body's flicker flame
To rise and fall beside the glass while neon's lights
Blue downward slantings flashed with headlight eyes
Float still against green backing weed
Twenty times the fighter twists and turns
Then briefly all shimmy shivers cease
for just an interlude of perfect still
Floating like a slowly sinking leaf
All peace until the fins and waving trims again begin
All day until the night until turning off the fish tank light
Though dribble drip's trickle sound continues
Through the dark into each day's return
With Siamese still searching
Still looking into mankind's world
For signals from a fish to fight
Categories:
pectorals, fish,
Form: Free verse
Limerick : Once a dashing Damsel with tough biceps
Once a dashing Damsel with tough biceps
Tried to bulge her pectorals with triceps
Compressed air back-fired
To where moon was mired
Since then carries pec-pumps in contracepts.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
pectorals, humor,
Form: Limerick
Fighting with his ghosts,
intimate dirt,
disseminating pain
he was going home.
Finding a panic room
in pectorals, for numbness of toes,
lifting the door of burden
in dying vision,
his father comes in daylight
of old age, climbing the stairs
of bones, swaying
like an ash tree in frost.
One counts the annual rings of
old trunks, depicting
mighty happenings, black and white
green summers of choked life,
tasting one’s own decline, filling the
cups of rosemary,a child learns to speak
thatched words of wasted birth in
tune with younger years of grief.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
pectorals, art
Form: I do not know?