They are in the woodwork of my mind
framed memories fixed, nailed in time.
My father is there, silent as wood.
I sought to know him, but never could.
Mother’s presence splinters the air
I hear her still, voice cobbled in care.
Older sisters emerge, a polished veneer
whispering what others won’t go near.
An older oak-stout brother appears
he ingrained me with nightmarish fears.
Best memories end a blossomed tree
when a surprise baby brother comes to be.
Categories:
splintering, 12th grade, dream, family,
Form: Rhyme
You always repeat the moons
in your eyes.
I will not drop my lids.
I was talking to myself
about the perversity of skimming
the sperm, throwing black rocks
on milk white daisies-
to protest against the fields
not ploughed deeply and scattering
the seeds in wild jungle.
One day panther will die
on his own, head down,
swaying, leaning on one side
and then collapsing.
No pheromones will come out
from the spent body.
Satish Verma
Categories:
splintering, art,
Form: ABC
Woman flows like a river.
As the each drop of the water
Joins with the river,
With the variation of the
Colour in it’s combination,
The wonts and passions
Shapes her.
The new saplings
That flow from the
Inhalation of woman
Just similar to
The birds and plants
Forms from the breath
Of the nature.
Like the small particle of soil
And the rough, tough
And hard rock
That exist against the river
In it’s path of happiness,
Stalemate and hardship
Covers and efface her.
When she tries and succeeds
To counter attack all her obstacles.
In a way a child splinter flowers
She is being spoiled
But by a brutish heart.
Her ruin is etched
On the core of her bosom
As the greatest waterloo
In her womanhood.
The womanly wealth
That she was being weaving
With gentle golden
And silver threads has lopped.
The placidly glowing eyes
and the churned heart
had been eradicated.
Even the resistance
Remains in her eyes,
Even the will of return
Lasts in her face,
Even the hope of tomorrow
Reverberate in her lips,
Her womanly lilt of life
Hidden in the cloud melted down
And ragged like the leaf
That fall on the sharp thorns.
Categories:
splintering, women,
Form: I do not know?