Pain's Accretion

Pain's Accretion

A Poem by Onoma

 Pain's accretion--black snaked with royal purple--
therewith and moreof in cold case of less--
pain inexorable.
Fear's favorite pet spoilt with handling.
Pain's redemptive quality is repulsed by plain
sight, it must mobilize malignancy, purloin the
jury, condemn, palm hope to hopelessness.
Fixity--its host must remain in firm attendance.
Enough is ready...a ripened type of dialogue...
the crosshairs of silence.
To grow demented from overstimulation,
to become overtly tactile, to: kick, stroke,
smack, punch, flick anything.
Fetal position suffices...warm, a spinning vinyl
record scratching toward dawn.
The woodwork calls a name--as a woman hoarse...
with labor pain.


Konstantinos Mark

© 2013 Onoma


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

[send message][befriend] Subscribe
...
. i cannot begin to tell you how accurate these words are ...
. superbly written and expressed ...

Posted 12 Years Ago



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

168 Views
1 Review
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on November 21, 2011
Last Updated on November 29, 2013