P Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

P



P

If "P" sits with no more
-single and all alone
-sounds like pee

As fruit it can be
-papaya, pear,
-something

And as jewel
-a sea pearl

Polymer for chemist
-factories

But seems to be peacock
-colourful in feathers
-empty its inside

Most of "P"s I have seen
-possibly cause puke
-stinking as poopoo

How is it possible to forget?
-on floor she sat in squat
-in front of fridge
-or the washing machine
-held a wrench
-as if pen
-scratched on paper
-wrote names of medicines
-claiming: "I am a psychologist! "

The "P"s are like mountains
-mostly in ranges, chains
-loop in loop, one after another
-each of loops a desert caravan
-drawings coloured pains on canvas
-hermitage, rosary of the monk
-preaching devil's thoughts
-magically and sadly
-hurt head, neck down to butt

Friday, June 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: simile
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