December 10, 2017

Two Poems by Saloni Kaul: "Screechscape" and "Fathom Taste"

Saloni Kaul, author and poet, was first published at the age of ten and has been in print ever since. As critic and columnist Saloni has enjoyed thirty eight years of being published. Her first volume, a fifty poem collection was published in the USA in 2009. Subsequent volumes include "Universal One" and "Essentials All." Her poems have appeared in the Tipton Poetry Journal, Eye On Life Magazine, Inwood Indiana, Misty Mountain Review, Poetry And Paint Anthology, Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum, and others. She lives in Toronto, Canada.



The car screeched to a halt to halt the screech !
Ensuing argument between two pedestrians, he said.
All behind halted and screeched stuck each to each
Like halterneck-drest bloom in flower bed.
Pedestrians took their screechtime in fuming chorus
Took those on the warpath severely by the hand,
For by this time they with more than their own screeches
With queued squads screeching to halt had to contend canned.
Comic to onlookers, crucial to those involved,
As screeching soundscapes are until you’re in their tide caught;
Those wasting time and time of others convolved,
As much ado escalates, stern lesson soon are taught.
Think then, does it pay to lean upon consideration’s legacy,
To end up rueful as Richard at his own profligacy.

Fathom Taste !

Impulsive babbling bursts forth pleasant in sound
As water without so much as second thought has its say;
Compulsive blabbering soon raises hedges round,
The listener walled in, helpless as keen-to-escape prey.
Celebratory in tone and how it thrills, each feat,
The clash of cymbals, whipping up drums at bandstand,
But try your hand at it without order, rhythm and beat
And see where with your ludicrous attempts you land!
There’s something in the order and rhythms of nature
That thundering loud rhythmic rain the senses accept,
In man’s hands pale repeats become a caricature.
We throw up our hands at each loud garish precept.
While moderation’s easy to explain, it’s questions of taste,
Do get to the bottom of it or life’s a waste.

Saloni Kaul

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