Post Point

I imagined my present feelings multiplied by hundred, and the actions of a man who felt helpless against them

 

fistfuls of stone-oiled hair clung to his hands

cradled by his face, the man balanced

on the salt swilled moment          trembling.

hunched like a comma before the question

surprise was the weight of a day

slip streamed mobile song serrate the air

 

fear was a bloodied worm coiled tightly in his belly

without rhymed reason or spring

or promise of a gazelled weightless second

jettisoned arcs of madness

fluttered across the bloomed expanse of his fingers

horrific in swan song like a broken mandolin

 

an impossibly blue sky sat mute with the man -

post point like a god wordless to crime

and the irony lay in the moment like a forgotten laugh.

the man, a confusion of indecision

scissorred by the bloodied tide of fears

desperate to feel the cursed heat of his pulse

hurls his frame against a window of a thousand cuts

and disappears

Reviews

[Just Manoosh]

Oh my, what a wonderful web of words.

Your descriptive presence is incredible.

Mx

[AK]

This is remarkable! I'm eager to read the other end of the spectrum, something from a brighter day. In the meantime know that you are not alone. For what it's worth, there are a few folks thinking of you...

[Raj]

Spell bound! Need I say more.

The words just sprang out like... I am amazed man!

What skill:)

Just two words... YOU ROCK!

[Emily B]

oh, Samith. You captured me. Your words sang, I heard them all the way here. It's an old song. One I think I've heard before, but distinctly yours. You are often in my thoughts. I wish you happier songs.