The subtle thread which mends a laceration
is woven through fresh, tender flesh to bind
disreconciled horizons, disentwined
by words sharper than the knives of damnation.
Then, even once that painful separation
is closed, there’s still so much left to attend
to,—wash the wound, put bandages, amend
echoes saddled with righteous indignation.
A stitch is but the means of tying tight
the gasping gash; but time alone can heal
the skin which suffers the ego’s trauma.—
Slow bonds, forming from the wrecks of the drama,
will join again disjointed sides, and seal
the split. The scar will long remain for sight.
Categories:
suture, friendship, growth, hurt, life,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Spillage on my picture,
Dark black creature,
Now you can see the
White lines, purple, either.
Running up my arms like a suture, churning
Piercing gaze through the dark, hurting,
In and out like quick breath, blurting,
But all I don’t see front is certain,
Bright like medic hand, mine or my brand,
But all I understand is draw the curtains.
Categories:
suture, angst, anxiety, depression, extended
Form: Rhyme
Nature the suture
that palpably stitches
the wounded souls...
P.S This is the title of my poetry book published on Amazon Kindle...
Categories:
suture, nature,
Form: Haiku
Poetic transfusion
prose bleeding through
Words but a suture
—stitching the truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Categories:
suture, words, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Poetic transfusion,
prose bleeding through
Words but a suture
—stitching the truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Categories:
suture, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Raw and uncut, the Poet
sharpened his edge
The entry wound targeted,
with fury bright red
The first cut the deepest,
and clean to the bone
His wound bleeding freely,
—its suture unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Categories:
suture, poets,
Form: Rhyme
FUTURE SUTURE
The past gaining ground
old fools look back failing to
outrun the future.
Not the first, not the last.
we are the present’s
future past
5/10/2016
submitted to – Future – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
suture, future,
Form: Free verse
Poems Like Some Suture
Poems are in past, present and soon to be future
Have been like wound together which you suture
Brought back so they can normally function again
Even if from past, the present and here and when.
Ideas may suddenly start appearing into your mind
Wanting and willing to be friendly and forever kind
But at times or perhaps often by evil are tempted
Which was something you should have exempted.
Then there are those things that trouble you so
And either wish you could forget or never did know
Ending up making you cautious and careful as can be
Before it has ended up in big, blue sky floating free.
I hope that my life together has been connected
All of my thoughts and ideas together have collected
Hopefully, God to write a poem me He will seduce
Result was another great one I started to produce.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
suture, allegory, analogy,
Form: Couplet
It’s 3 am
I’m naked & naive
Undressed by shadows
Jetsam of scuttled me
I can feel their fingers
Howling down my back
Lightning crashes
Whispers
Your window cracked
Pull me in
Cast me out
Bleed the truth
Suture my mouth
If hope is dead
Then grieve with me
Caress their silence
Now we’re free
Do you see my face
Sewn by jagged night
My burdened brow
Scorn’s lurid light
Reaching for perfection
In this world we bend
Am I really
Their means to my end
Pull me in
Cast me out
Bleed the truth
Suture my mouth
If hope is dead
Then grieve with me
Caress their silence
Now we’re free
I have no sword
But my pen is spry
Cut me down
These words will rise
Hold my heartbeat
Breathe my last breath
Are you my savior
Am I your friend
Passion and persuasion
Nothing I hate is
Life is love
Your faith my payment
Categories:
suture, allegory, friendship, introspection, people,
Form: Narrative