the a and b of bitchiness

it was cold

the usual January night

except that she heard the clock tick

tock its way

lurching minutely

she wanted it

to scream


go cuckooo!!!

cream walled and comforter-cradled

she still felt blue


life can be a bitch

with her stupefying silence

and love of making time.


air horns ruled.

his tympanum

drummed for errs past?

his whistle was feeble

hardly a match

for the roar

shrieky angry bursts

cars past whizz into his wheeze

his arms flap, helpless

to abs-orb the din

life can be a bitch

he mutt-


with her boisterous ways

decibel damnations.


P.S: Linked to Trifecta Writing Challenge (


About rashmenon

Hello there! Please look up-
This entry was posted in define, poetry, time, trifecta, yellow lens and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

19 Responses to the a and b of bitchiness

  1. barbara says:

    this says SOOOOO much – I love the give and pull of the words and their cadence.

  2. Terrific word play and rhythm, especially the first half!

  3. joetwo says:

    Some lovely language here.

  4. steph says:

    I love this. As I was reading it I could hear it spoken aloud. It begs to be recited. Wonderful!

  5. Rachael says:

    Great poetry here! I love the contrast of the silence she is surrounded with in bed and all of the loud noises he is faced with.

    • rashmenon says:

      good to hear that, Rachel. I had aimed at achieving precisely that contrast.made me think that balance is the key everywhere, that even silence can become tiresome

  6. atrm61 says:

    Like the yin & the yang-what she has ,he desires & vice -versa :-)I am like her-cannot stand too much silence,lol!Wonderful poem.

  7. Fabulous rhythm. Per usual. Thanks so much for linking up.

  8. Draug419 says:

    I love the flow of this. (:

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s