The Fingers Of Time.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
The Fingers Of Time..
The fingers of time,
Have sharp nails,
With no triggering signals,
Squeeze the brains,
To have the folds,
Scratch the skin,
To lose the shine,
To fill the hearts,
To disfigure the shape
,
To touch the lips,
To fix the tight zip,
To soak the wrinkled,
Underwear in ice water,
To knock the teeth,
With the grinding hammer,
To draw the blinds,
To hide the screen,
The fingers of Time,
Are real witnessing all,
These massacres,
Punch in the stomach,
The slouched hangers,
The holes in the closets,
Humbled visitors,
Walking with three legs,
The fingers of Time,
Sometimes blunt,
During youthful spring,
Flowers in the bodies,
To announce the arrival,
Of autumn using,
Written configuration…
Aloha Veeraiyah... Thank you for posting this very good write... I was held by the anticipation of that nuke going off in your conclusion... just a bit of hesitation to hammer your point home... I feel that you wanted to go to the nth degree but got side tracked by something... Please look at this and see if your thoughts are as mine on the ending of this exceptional work of prose: The fingers of time, have sharp nails with no triggering signals squeeze the brains, halve the folds scratch the skin, to lose the shine fill the hearts, disfigure the shape touch the lips, and fix the tight zip soak, the wrinkled underwear in ice water; knock the teeth with that swinging hammer draw the blinds, to hide the screen; the fingers of time, are real and witness all these massacres; punch in the stomach the slouched hangers, these holes in the closets humbling one's visitors, walking with three legs the fingers of time, sometimes blunt announce the arrival, of autumn using a thought’s written configuration… Col. MK Khan is so politely correct... this depth of thought is rarely reached within the posts of the many sites I visit... Please attempt many more of this quality... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two.
The fingers of time, Have sharp nails, With no triggering signals, A beautiful poem portraying the idiosyncrasies of life in an appropriate manner.I really appreciate the depth of thoughts.10/10 Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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Thank you for your good effort to think further...most of my poems here have been written on the screen...the last stanzas of the poem/prose may have the following meaning and the rest will be explained later. The nails of fingers of unpredictable Time Sometimes passionately dull and blunt, During youthful spring and galore, Flowers of the bodies those adore, Get ripen sucking the elixir green, To announce the arrival of destination, Of autumn, everything naked and barren, Based on the karmic written configuration. Thank you again Michael Walkerjohn...Keep up with the good work..Aloha..