Short Shriveling Poems
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the dust of autumn
blossoms shriveling, leaves dry
seeds thrive underground
April 25, 2020
Jenish Somadas, Let the Pens Flow, Haiku contest
Here I am again,
A forgotten friend.
Wishing I could be
Important to you,
As you were to me.
Now you love him...
Life's paradigm
is shriveling,
blackened to char.
You are there,
He, with you.
I am lost.
Missing.
Wishing.
Gone.
Loud passion dampened
Lovers lay in the debris
Drifted apart in mutual hush,
Silence screams, as once before
Fragile skin burning in the light
Intimacy, shriveling in face of beautiful women
The lunas no longer love
Wings shriveled and crawling to the shadows
A unicorn's horn,
tattered and torn,
a half eaten Hershey's,
2 crushed candy corn.
The tiniest bat wing,
mummy's white sling,
skeleton's femur,
spider web string.
Witch’s silk hat,
yawn from the cat,
shriveling pumpkin,
Snickers smushed flat.
When ghosties have gone
this is the scene;
left over remnants,
post Halloween.
Imperfection deep inside
shatters my bandaged soul.
Shadows descend my listless mind-
Sorrow seeps into my heart;
My spirit trickles out.
Slowly my soul is shriveling-
powerless to ebb the flow,
useless to everyone,
ignored by the world;
My spirit has bled out.
No where left to turn-
at the end of my rope-
strangled by hopeless dreams-
all alone in my life;
Darkness fills the void.
It is still that night.
It is forever that night.
All you remember
is a party a party
& you stoned
not knowing
it would be forever
forever
like a granite cliff
above a river
immense in your shriveling—
fetus-like they say—
a reverse of birth
a slow dying
dying
to faint
deadly
department store music.
I gather up my words
barbs that have missed a target
strewn about rose-like
………..in beauty’s shriveling death
Inert objects …..injected….infected -
a self inflicted suffering -
dulled daggers of despair
…………..thrust into the soul of speech
This gathering of words
aching to be free
to plunge the bloodied pen
………………into an unlined emptiness
©5/21/2018
theme – A gathering up my words
Let Your Pen Drip – Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Broken Wings