Best Wounding Poems
Your words sting me like a bee
Barbed, cutting, cruel and callous
You really don’t understand me
Go back and live in your ivory palace
18th March 2015
Inspired having read the recent poems of Jade Celeste
words that pierce like a sharpened edge
the pen has no regret
old pain incessant we must dredge
if not forgive, forget?
but the power of a simple verse
overlooked by the creator
has made the past in present worse
and lesser pain now greater
Keep forever magenta memories,
chased in fields of old mud, barefooted,
allow disgrace and stigma to reveal,
fading amber secrets,
of indelicate curiosity,
scarlet laughter invited burgeoning confidence,
callow and covetous intrigue dissatisfied,
Mother Mary's flower bud sinned against,
when carnal instincts overwhelmed,
aching wounds of then still burnish,
but clemency is forever void of her embrace,
when the sullied clothed in midnight blue,
wept for fading Spanish guitars,
and thunder rumbled to the turquoise sea.
I've seen Earth's epitaph:
S/He did more than Her share
to heal a broken world
Which sometimes seems to invoke anger
because I can touch what's broken
and other times provoke merely sad
because I can only feel inside
who is also wounded
Earth's living magic,
watered fertile soil,
red-blooded organic
green clean soul
is not broken
like a worn-out clock
or formerly animated toy
or obsolescent urban block
now gone inevitably bad.
EarthTribe is not so much broken
as win/lose perpetually wounded
Paradise Lost
for our lapse
of good-humored Golden Rules
win/win re-found
happy healthy bodhisattva
rebound.
What is already broken
requires outside messianic agency,
too objectively disabled
to self-stimulate healing salvation,
personally feeling better
even in continuing lonely isolation
Emergent internally vital
growing positively viral,
stealing from toxic claustrophobic disarray,
tomorrow's voices redeemed
by choices erupting therapeutic promise
today.
Organic wounds,
unlike mechanical brokenness,
give internal notice
warnings of disenabling trauma
also enable therapeutic opportunity
to pull and push risk,
to massage and stretch ambiguous feelings
touching each Other's sinews
and straps,
moral lapse,
dancing mental songs
and embodied rhythmic rap
Raptures
filling in our anti-social lapse
our monoculturing elapse
of warm
and wet
and wild compassion,
integrity's redemptive fashion.
Brokenness shrouds despair
alone
where wounds invite
our active healthy care
together happiness vocationed
for EarthTribe's ecstatic day
by faithful contenting way
inclusively inviting
inspirational repair
with those who dare
to share Earth's communal difference
to heal this wounded world.
Wilful wounding
by shrouded diktat
caging vision
in scarlet pangs.
Numb to lamentation
silver and gold chink.
Amid the rustle
of lamé gowns
silence is nailed
secure.