Find a way to stanch the slowflow-wound of sorryworry from your open poresworn as though a maskhas morbidly attached itself thereWary of siblingsliving with liesTry to ignore the well-deep itchwhich scabs over and scarsfarfar from Earth-truthsmooth across your nosesupposing this fabrication might flySkywardheard in the balls of God’s ears
Practicing chained rhyme in the Imaginary Garden!
Strong metaphors give this poem a punch, such as:
ReplyDelete'...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'.
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
ReplyDeleteLovely piece which sends echoes of a sense of growing pains to the balls of my ears.
ReplyDeleteI have one deep and wide scar.. I shall use it for making wishes in future
ReplyDeleteThough it might be a hazardous venture. Thanks for an awesome challenge. I'm sorry I couldn't rise to the occasion this weekend.
From the title on, wonderful, flowing poem.
ReplyDeleteYikes - angst on angst. What we do to ourselves. I sense growing pains too.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
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ReplyDeleteThis 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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This is absolutely stupendous, Marian!💞 Especially love; "the well-deep itch which scabs over and scars far far from Earth-truth."
ReplyDeleteI love love love this Marian!
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