Pairing knives peppered the garden growing by the river.
Eerie sounds slid sideways into the lowering light.
Alfy and Alice were still out cavorting beyond the barn.
Children in dusty blue dresses yawned on the paint-chipped deck.
Ernie and Emmett kept to tussling along the riverbed,
Something about some girl they both shined over.
Papa didn't budge over it with a freshly lit pipe in his slow rocker.
Even with the yellin' and cussin' and grabbin' gettin' hotter and rougher.
All told I'd reckon this was their 10th row since I moved back to the farm.
Knowing their love of escalation they were bound to spot one of the knives.
Estuary frogs croaked through the purple summer sky when I pounced,
Running thru the squeaky screen door for silhouetted shivs dancing riverside.
Categories:
shivs, farm, peace,
Form: Acrostic
Dad or Bad.
Broken homes
And
Lavish dens
On Benefits
Or in a benz
Got enemies
Some call Friends
There's
Stick up kids
Gangs with shivs
And the thug addicts
Selling drug habits
There's the good
Bad happy and sad
Who am i
Im now a dad
Categories:
shivs, life, youth,
Form: Rhyme
Splintered shivs of the mirror, life
Memory strains my true visage
Broken in jagged, shadowy grimaces
Once ... smiles, joyous
Oh, immortality has many faces
But none of them can shape expression
Or imitate the innocence of a child
Blue, is a vein when wrapped in flesh
Yet all that flows within is warm crimson
So why should I think that what looks back at me
Is anything but a parody of prescience?
Why should I believe that the world laughs with inclusion,
Instead of with mocking, vile hilarity?
With every exhalation ...
I push out poisons onto the breeze
Yet it is the same unseen element that gives me life
So why should I believe that you are true
Simply because you profess it?
My feet greet floor each morning
Yet I am cold ... as carrion.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Standard Number 100, Any Form Or None" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
Categories:
shivs, analogy, life, loss, love
Form: Free verse
Worn ships are sailing
Riving the sea like sharp shivs,
To defiy dumb waves.
Valeria Iliadou-An Haiku From Your Window
Categories:
shivs, inspirational, nature, sea
Form: Haiku