Short Splintered Poems
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Attempting to smooth and comb my hair
My fist shatters the mirror-- splintered and bear
It shows how much I despise my hairdos
Mine of mind
Morose of mope
Flailing through
The torrent
Beside but never near
Perched upon
Window's ledge
Splintered soul
I've heard it said
love is many splendid thing,
But all I have found thus far
is love is many a splintered thing.
May your pain erode you alike the touch of stagnation upon a rotting corpse- akin to a wilted rose stained with the stench of fear & longing.
with sterling pen in hand and splintered heart
the poems flow day after day
beneath the old white birch
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
DOMESTIC SCENE
by the alley
paint bare and splintered
this leaning green fence
inside safe in their garden
two old women chattering
Heaven was splintered when the ocean
Fell on it,
Pushed out of its bed by the raging of the earth, and the
Swaying of a blackened sky
Hide God’s face.
Staring at the greys
as they hide the splintered blues
Close my eyes
and feel sunlight tendrils
wash across my face
and for a second
sadness is replaced
Splintered hope shards,
despondently adrift in tear stream,
reflect the remnant rays of resurgence,
designs the last lattice of dream,
lacing the listless life.
Once, a fellow was swinging on a swing
Which was elfin when comparing
Then the swing splintered
He fell and and fractured his head
And shrilled along with a loud ping
Splintered heart
Contorted surreal art
Crumpled canvas
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December 10. 2021
Contest : Bite Size Poem No 29
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
My head splintered with silent thought
As I pondered over the crimson memories of you
Lifeless you lay
Like a boathouse wooden
Still as a frame
No longer in view
Lay
Vermillion butterflies of light
cathedral thoughts their aim
as they race towards
a splintered ray, they reign
as Sceptres of love,
for flowers immersed in rain
Art
splintered
pieces sewn
into patchwork;
Conjoined phrases decorate a soft quilt;
Words wrap you up lying on the sofa;
Warm and cared for,
poetry
comes to
life.
Broken soldiers
Splintered dreams
Huddled
The horror of now
Haunted
By the horrors of then
Scarred, sutured,
But as yet
Un-cauterized
Wounds
Forever bleeding
Into their present
slamming
shut the door
again
reverberating
in my heart
again
splintering
all my love
again
locking
the front door
again
opening
to my forgiveness
again
They sit on splintered stoops
sun setting in the hazy dust
coated with the days play
drooping daisies awaiting a breeze.
©9/11/2019
Town Children Poetry Contest
Julia Ward - sponsor
A slice of nothing
sat upon the plate
nonconsistent custard dribbled
down its sides
Fudge cake black
Splintered chocolate stars
scattered inside
with a spoon
that thinks it me
kisses as it cuts
enjoy
under the shade of a cyprus
my lover whispers sweet and tender nothings
revealing glimpses of a splintered heart
where wounds are still fresh
~ a healing process underway
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
1
a noiseless moment
he writes in his diary
incessant snow
2
every day he hoped
every day she avoided…
waning moon
3
his need for love
he opened his careless mouth
oak tree, splintered
Smothered beats shimmer in the darkness
Echoes hold their resonance in pride
splintered fractals of light
bounce from deadened eye
and oil draped feather
with unfurled wings
master of the dark
absorbs the night
THESE WOUNDS ARE FRESH
MY BRITTLE BONES
CAN'T HOLD THE WEIGHT
SPLINTERED LIKE GLASS
I'M FLIMSY
IN THIS FRAGILE SHELL
RELEASE ME
FROM THIS TENUOUS COIL
I'M BOUND TO THE EARTH
BY PAPERY THREADS
I AM THE ETHEREAL ONE.
there is no rest
in this spawning stream,
life given for life
touches the unformed
visage of dreams.
silver, splintered
separated from its whole,
united, resting,
wrought upon this axis
the spiral staircase of soul.
The fly spits across my vision
cloud lost skies
a touchscreen world
erratic its journey
seeing the land in splintered
bond moments
jealous of its buttered kaleidoscope cousin
but enamoured by the torrid decays
of the left
I splintered into a thousand brittle glass
You brandished a bamboo rag
And with one sweep
Wiped out my remains
To impertinent winds
I awoke feeling completely broken
But you've kept some tiny cuts
And will never return it.