Author: brinvin

Based on a fb prompt :

A poem or a prose ending with “the first cut is the deepest of all”

A prose has also been written and will be posted as a separate post.

CUTS:

Cuts leave impressions indelible.

Cuts of childhood,
falling and rising
like phases of the moon
waning and waxing
in naive wisdom.

Cuts of marriage
like a double-edged knife
blended in one bliss
“We” emerging from
melted egos.

Cuts of old age,
faded memories
blurred hues,
ignominy of abandonment
yet the innocence
of child again.

Cuts leave impressions indelible ;
some intelligible,
some as scars teaching lessons,
cuts
mould us
fold us
as
papers of final print
undergone all edits.
But like impressions,
first cuts are the deepest cuts.

Copyrights @Brindha Vinodh

April 30, 2020
TSL prompt:

Point of view of second person.

Those writers are terrific and you are terrible;
a terrible fish
floating
on an ocean
of
golden reflections.
You
doodle
On pages
and call it poetry, eh?
You are a clown,
a metaphor of mockery..😂

“Tomorrow never comes for you”;
You
are a “thief of time”
procrastinating
until the sky falls on you.
You
are a cuckoo,
a lazy cuckoo.
The sun shines
on you
through others’
nest and
you bask shamelessly..
You are a comedy of parody😀

You
are a
slave of your judgement;
Have you
ever
worn shoes
of others
like Goldielocks
of the three bears?
Not all skies
are azure;
Gaze at those
morbid skies
before you
drench
in rains
of emotions.
What differentiates
you
from the robot
except artificial intelligence?
You are a robot..
No, the robot is
better than
you!😀

Copyrights @Brindha Vinodh