When Grandpa died and his clock still ticked,
he fell from a ladder by a tree -
nor could that clock on the wall predict
when I died at age twenty-three.
A traveling artist, who, out of luck,
implored gramps (...how'd he know his name?)
My grandpa was kind. A deal was struck.
Soon his picture was in a frame.
The parlor portrait's eyes would follow
me, conveying every feeling.
Kindness and cheer, I could swallow,
but remonstration sent me reeling.
A frisbee stuck in a tree, so high,
Grandpa said he'd retrieve it for me.
Just hold the ladder, please, small fry?
and that's all that he asked of me.
Nobody knows that story but me.
I sway gently as the wind does blow,
from a branch on that sycamore tree,
but the eyes on the portrait know.
Categories:
remonstration, art, child, death, grandfather,
Form: Rhyme
Beneath the canvas of the sky unraveling into melancholic twilight,
There stretches a silent expanse that separates us,
It swells with each orphaned beat of time,
Filling with quicksilver, with murmurs of suspicion under a pallid moon.
Through unseen veils, I feel the coolness of the evening - a caress gone astray;
Yet, your face, once reflected in the depths of iris,
Now gazes towards other crossroads, sinking into mystery;
Searching across boundaries, in altars unsuspected by the evening star.
Words try their flight across the elongated abyss,
Starting as nocturnal birds, vanishing into the silent vast.
We wander like phantoms over this land forgotten by time,
You – anchored in the chill of a regret that never ends.
Thus, we drag our shadows through the waves of darkened hours;
Love rends, and remonstration gathers ink in the dark waters.
There is a rippled space between us,
Growing, widening, ever since you left the story.
Categories:
remonstration, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
clumsy coal complaining
smothered syllables scrunching
dripping damped draws
feigning fostered flaw
hoisted hood hankering
contracted callous smithereens
on fallible fate
was remonstration raised
taunted tactically trace
daedal diamond sermonizing;
"Dear, make sprees
stanced like fig
etch felon fear
then trade tiers."
19:12:02:11:02
Categories:
remonstration, allegory, life, literature,
Form: Sonnet
Fire in my belly
Confidence in my mind
I confront challenges that I tackle daily
In a determined and concerted onslaught to find
Solutions I appreciate
Among several alternatives I explore
To root out hypocrites who ingratiate
Themselves to exploit my generosity more
Than moderation permits
In civilized society
Where a sleight of hand meets
With disapproval where humility
Scores priceless points
When set against a background
Of complex cultures at joints
Where juxtapositions of modernity and tradition abound
In their understanding
Of cohabitation, reflection, reconciliation and restoration
To avoid garrulous grandstanding
In circumstances, settings and scenarios of remonstration and frustration
When a meeting of moderate minds
Accommodating dissenting views
Of credible kinds
Thrives to disseminate among stakeholders cogent cues and critical clues.
Categories:
remonstration, poems,
Form: Free verse
He jumped into the vehicle,
By the staring he praised the Oracle.
Billed the pedals,scolded the horn,
Clutched the clutch,pricked by fun.
Potholes and howling gutters
KIA on the way, tossing their triggers.
Hay and dusk blowing ordeals,
Omen of bitterness lurking in the lorry.
And then he visited the filling station,
Then 'over did he the staring to his lover.
His lover now in remonstration hover-
"Potholes feud, traffic strangling notions".
Jogging into potholes,she pricked her lover "The Lazier".
She has forgotten : Marriage's toss by two drivers.
17:17:09:11:32
Categories:
remonstration, allegory,
Form: Imagism