Short Scabbed Poems
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Bones
jagged,
scabbed up skin;
But oh that fire;
Diamond in the rough;
Faded tattoos
bloody smile
simply
shine.
Born for awareness,
the mind spins stagnant
while thoughts
remain hidden
with scabbed over pain.
The soul weeps
in darkness.
Janet L Vick
Free Verse
A spindly girl one far-off year
With both knees scabbed and flouncing skirt,
She kicked the ball and ran to first
And I felt glad to watch her sprint
Or catch her smile, just hear her laugh,
And when she neared, my heart, it raced,
My throat went tight and head grew light,
My first true clue that life’s pursuit
Is winning love and female grace.
Love’s scars, such exquisite markings;
Branded with a faded fine line stain,
you’ve taken me taken my heart;
Handle it gingerly this fragile heart
it has become tender with markings;
Such emotion is known to stain;
Scabbed imprint of that bloody stain
embellishes so splintered a heart;
Always distracted by those markings;
Red ink markings stain your heart.
Ripples of vibrant streams stagnate
Songs of flapping birds relocate
Forest rustles hibernate
Skeletal trees shake, underdressed
Mushy, scabbed apples numbly rest
Brisk, harsh breezes pierce life's chest
Pruned trees develop healing scars
Skies of pewter, stone, and smudged chars
Meet to contemplate the stars
Sorrow and indifference blend
A crocus and daylight ascend
~The beginning of death's end
1/21/2021
Silence be bright. Do not be like a dull pine needle that cannot pierce the heart.
Nor like the calmness of the river before a storm. Be full of rage at the deafness and blindness of Mankind. The quiet ignorance that dares not speak, see, nor cry when hatred penetrates the wounds. The scars of prejudices have scabbed three times over. That it is the renascence of time becoming old than anew attorning the passage of war to destroy all.
Sometimes
it feels like
a mauling
these bits and pieces
you extract from me
like a parasite feeding
sucking from my being
my life force without
permission or qualm-
this is my life,
my precious life
if you must feed from me
consume all of me
please, don't leave me
grossly deformed
skinless, raw
pinked fleshed,
wet, sore and bleeding
open to infection
where yellow pus ooze
the scabby scabs scabbed over
and over and over again.
let me live whole
or let me die whole.