1.14.2018

Wish Upon a Scar

Find a way to stanch the slow
flow-wound of sorry
worry from your open pores
worn as though a mask
has morbidly attached itself there
Wary of siblings
living with lies
Try to ignore the well-deep itch
which scabs over and scars
far
far from Earth-truth
smooth across your nose
supposing this fabrication might fly
Skyward
heard in the balls of God’s ears

Practicing chained rhyme in the Imaginary Garden!

10 comments:

  1. Strong metaphors give this poem a punch, such as:
    '...stanch the slow
    flow-wound of sorry
    worry from your open pores'
    and
    '...the well-deep itch
    which scabs over and scars
    far
    far from Earth-truth'.

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  2. First that title in itself is such excellent, and the poem rolls so efficiently with the chained rhymes... it feels like a body being battlefield... wars on skin... great poem

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  3. Lovely piece which sends echoes of a sense of growing pains to the balls of my ears.

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  4. I have one deep and wide scar.. I shall use it for making wishes in future
    Though it might be a hazardous venture. Thanks for an awesome challenge. I'm sorry I couldn't rise to the occasion this weekend.

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  5. From the title on, wonderful, flowing poem.

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  6. Yikes - angst on angst. What we do to ourselves. I sense growing pains too.
    Anna :o]

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  8. This reads well, Marian. I see the love bugs indiscriminate bite and its effects here. I have several scars now healed but still remaining close under my reddened skin. 
    ..

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  9. This is absolutely stupendous, Marian!💞 Especially love; "the well-deep itch which scabs over and scars far far from Earth-truth."

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