Tomorrow’s lullaby
in footnotes to Dylan
Tomorrow blistering
confronting the sun
Tomorrow lingering
while calling your name
Temptation disguising
what’s never to come
Tomorrow’s redemption
the present to ransom
Tomorrow in voices
a chorus of ghosts
Tomorrow forgiving
each sin of unmaking
Tormenting each moment
—you treasure the most
(Dreamsleep: November, 2022)
Categories:
unmaking, time,
Form: Rhyme
Where would we be
without the bomb
Was Einstein a savior
or devil aplomb
Our power the fire
all enemies dread
Till stealing its physics
unmaking our bed
The world on the edge
of a looming abyss
Missiles entombing
a terrorist wish
Tomorrow unpromised
all time day to day
Eternity waiting
—forever to blame
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2022)
Categories:
unmaking, fate,
Form: Rhyme
Blossomed solitary, a flower unseen
Colors missed; hues ignored
Fragrances ne'er sniffed
Scattered into emptiness
By planters 'n florists
Makers unmaking their creatures
Leaving them derelict
Forlorn in a floral paradise
Alone inside a packed bouquet
Kindred flowers, strangers by design
Precious little to share
Save for empty stares
© Alwi Shatry, All Rights Reserved. February 24, 2020
Categories:
unmaking, age, angst, character, confusion,
Form: Free verse
IT WAS SUPRISING TO HIM
HE DATED HER FOR MORE THAN A YEAR AND
WHEN SHE TOLD HIM SHE HAD MARRIED
NINE MONTHS BACK, HE STOOD SHOCKED
AND AMAZED.
SHE SMILED AS IF JIS FEELINGS WEREN'T TO BE HURT
OR AT LEAST BRUISED.
BUT IT DIDN'T STOP THEIR, SHE TOLD HIM SHE KNEW SHE WAS PREGANT
AND SHE THOUGHT HIM TO BE THE FATHER. IN ANY INSTANCE SHE'D EXPECT HIM TO TAKE CARE OF HIS CHILD AND TOLD HIM
HER HUSBAND HAD AGREED TO RAISE THE CHILD AS HIS.
SHE THOUGHT IT WAS NESSACARY TO ADVICE HIM OF THE LIMITATIONS
SHE HAD PLACED ON HIM, AND GAVE REASON TO SUPPORT HER THEORY OF MALE EGO AND PRIDE.
HE THOUGHT SHE WAS CRAZY AND ASKED HER TO LEAVE. SHE MILED AND SAID I WILL CALL YOU IN THREE DAYS, WE CAN TALK THEN.
HE SAT ON THE SIDE OF HIS BED FOR HOURS, AND THE ONLY WORDS HE COULD COME UP WITH WERE
FROM ONE DAY THINKING SHE JUST LIKED HAVING COMPANY, TO THIS. EXTREME TO EXTREME: AND WONDERED WHO SHE RECEIVED ADVICE FROM AND WHAT GRIPE DID THE OTHERS WHO SUPPORTED HER HAVE AGAINST HIM.
SOMBOR THE UNMAKING OF THOSE WHO CONSPIRE TO MAKE NIGHTS TOMMORROWS FOR COUPLING. SHE WISHED HIM TO BE HER PAYDAY. AND NOW HE WAS FACED WITH HER DISTORTED WAYS OF ESTABLISHING EXSISTANCE.
Categories:
unmaking, adventure, marriage, music, relationship,
Form: Lyric
Prose…
Has a room built in
For the reader
To crawl inside
And sleep
Maybe
More than one room,
Unmaking all beds
That the Poet
—has so carefully made
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Categories:
unmaking, poetry, writing,
Form: Free verse
Estranged from the familiar
you made me by unmaking me
for getting tired too soon
of fostering
like I was
an unwanted child,
yet still you are the one
who have become unparented;
an Orphan King
in a Borrowed Land,
always
halfway to a
hallway of
all ways.
Categories:
unmaking, blue, divorce, heartbreak, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Unmaking the bond
between cause and effect.
You start throwing stones
as a mark of intimacy.
Ipomea:
You wanted to learn the
art of blooming silently
at dawn.
Huddled like solar flares
before colliding with
a drift, you wanted me to live
for eternity.
Watching sperm dance
without tails
in bell jar.
It was barely visible.
Cultivating a digital entry.
This was becoming
a terror-haven.
Satish Verma
Categories:
unmaking, art,
Form: ABC
Drunk with pride
the streets are bursting
in self-indulgence.
Who was calling the shots ?
Do you know the words
between intermissions, carry a secret-
till the brazen scoop
finds the hidden meaning.
It was grave
very grave truice, unmaking love
between the estranged lovers-
when clouds were seducing the moon.
You don’t belong to this
crowd of renegades. Ants
will take away the
divorced dreams.
•
Fissile belly
has started showing signs
of reckoning. A gloom has settled,
gyrating in a sunken garden
for the hung corpses.
Never cruel were the times before
when blind needles were unstitching
the lips of frozen faces. I refuse
to start a prayer
till the grass covers a silent tomb.
Last night it had rained
on the private flesh. It was
full of semen. You do not
belong to this world
of pregnant pause.
Satish Verma
Categories:
unmaking, art,
Form: ABC
Where once we laughed, bent over our middles,
pounding the table, or just smirking with a rueful
“Oh, my God”, sort of way, could I forget the silent beach?
Rustles of sand at my window as you walk off
hands in your pockets after our gazes met one last time
as you checked I remained alive and you had no duty
to fill any more. How could the sand slither so
beneath our feet, like an upturned timer wiping clean
wiping, wiping away our faces, our moisture,
until only the rollers were brave enough to face
me and the sand and the laughter and the quiet
and what had passed away never to return again.
Never the same river or ocean or hands awaiting
the clock of our unmaking until your rueful smile
no longer smirks at the me that was never there
in your dreaming, and I am made who I am again. Real.
Sheri Fresonke Harper
Categories:
unmaking, fantasy, forgiveness, introspection, loss,
Form: Free verse
My sentence: repentance
The prison in which I was the cause
Their motions; their reasons
Where everything was nothing I could want
My mindset; my music
The void that danced along with my soul
Couldn’t answer the silence
Within the sentence of being unknown
I let it consume me
I let the knowledge burden my fall
Destruction and wisdom
And then the everything that pierced it all
Unmoving; unending
The shapeless ghost that witnessed my deeds
I fought it in secret
Until in death my love was besieged
No stopping what saved me
Enlightenment was coveting my heart
Unbroken; still waiting
What I thought I’d killed was right near the start
Unfeeling in fearing
As deadly as the most honest wrong
Unmaking my breaking
On the path I never knew I was on
Categories:
unmaking, happiness, hope, introspection, life,
Form: Lyric
I speak......the silence unmaking my words,
for here the shade of broken time does dwell.
I scream and fight to make cuts with these cords
that bind me closer than the ghosts to hell.
From Concrete illusions, soft Escape,
the edge of pain sharpening my Pleasure,
my joy Reality did shake,
Shattering......that glass glazed Measure,
my life-like dreams within its shape.
For what can make this place of joy, of deathly terror end?
The silky cuts, the bloody scrapes, the temp'ring torture bends
this sweet fulfilling agony...the sorrow of my soul,
does taunt my honor heedlessly, but tell me Not, I Know.
For only with this torture can my body freely breathe,
only this enticing pain can make my spirit free.
So tell me not that this is wrong for how can it not be?
this Loving Torment of my soul will Never let me be.
Categories:
unmaking, angst, girlfriend-boyfriend, passion, teen,
Form: Lyric