"uncouples" poems
released gently like a bud through the sepals
moments after it pierces the air,
the silence is shattered. pop.
one tightly coupled set of subatomic particles
obeying force fields
punctures another, uncouples the sinews and liberates. twang.
breaking the harmony of a mini universe
sticks and stones may hurt but words don't
is this a ******* **********
amendment irony
amendment travesty
sheathed in the 2nd that protects it
this is a curse that travels with a singular aim
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
In the wilderness
I had often thought of cardboard boxes,
bitter tears may have coated
these my feelings,
but breaking out is such a forlorn hope.
The prevailing regimen uncouples my spirit
and no wiser
is a mending heart than the crestfallen?
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
As
the
night
uncouples
and
dawn breaks free
and
fresh sprouts cut the ground
in
equal slits
and
the suns face
becomes the pendulum
casting a maze of light on
this amazing life
chances
are
Some may not see them.
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 12:08 PM UTC
Take one from a pair and trauma arises,
ocean buckles,
sunset ices,
waiting grows fists and memory sighs.
Take one from a duo and lost are smiles,
lonely ungloves,
solo resides,
life loses glitz and pleasure demises.
Take one from two and stress tightens
love uncouples,
oneness divides,
lips stay unkissed and pressure climbs.
Take one from other and spoil an item
parting troubles,
nothing revives,
grief's demand makes no compromises.
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
To dream of you, my nose bleeds
I smell metal as I wake
another feather pillow wrecked
another day to ache.
I should sleep on only earth
give my essence to the ground
another link uncouples
as you the couple found.
She doesn’t seem so much to me
as a photo can but tell
gritty-featured, highlighted -
send me straight to hell.
How comely of you, darling,
to pick an Essex girl
it’s where I left my guts for you
mixed in with cockle shells.
I see you don’t yet trust enough
to picture your accord
trust that I shan’t murmur
the bile I can’t afford.
I shan’t waste time to wonder
at the steel of your affair
curse my spiteful stomach!
I cannot help to care.
It twists me to oblivion
and sunders me to tears
my lower lip is bloodied
as my pillow, so I fear.
Cast the feathers upwards
into the fatal blue
caught on gentle thermals
perhaps they’ll find their way to you.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC