Ode to a Sliver
by Betty Powers

It arrived with a silent thump,
A slim, evil danger to fingertips.
With a prick and a forceful slide,
This sliver brings tears as it rips.

It felt a silent thump and bump
As that almost invisible splinter struck,
But the squirt of blood gave red gush
To a thumb with little luck

How is an achy sliver incapable of being seen
When it hurts so badly in its hole
And gently peeks to the outside world
As if its isolations is its goal.

How can a sliver bring so much pain
To a thumb that is now all aquiver.
Pick, pick is a necessary task
What a nuisance is a sliver.