Wounding World
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
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Categories:
wounding, anger, anxiety, earth, earth
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
Lessons Beyond Anger
This piece was inspired greatly by the horrors of the tornadoes that leveled miles of life in this Kentucky and neighboring states, killing over 100 people. The grief I and so many feel, I dare say, was akin to 9/11, but we cannot move an army against Mother Nature or God, leaving us with
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Categories:
wounding, analogy, christian, emotions, imagery,
Form: Prose Poetry
The Wounding of Innocence
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,
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Categories:
wounding, age, dark, desire, first
Form: Free verse
Recounting Wounding Costs
I know what it costs
to parent a tyrant
24/7
52 weeks/year
and yet avoid judging,
feeling guilty,
self-blaming shame
for all I am not sufficient,
yet.
I remember learning curious distinctions
between genuine remorse
given, when LeftBrain verbally requested,
yet without RightBrain capacity
to feel even the least caring difference
between natural brown girl
and spiritual white light shame
Self blame
for why that dinnerplate
smashed so frighteningly
against my dining wall
as
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Categories:
wounding, caregiving, discrimination, emotions, feelings,
Form: Political Verse
Wounding Words
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
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Categories:
wounding, pain, poetry,
Form: Couplet
Wounding Words
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
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Categories:
wounding, angst, introspection, on writing
Form: Quatrain
Loves Wounding Blade
What, but in this dismal life should appear
My hopes, my dreams, true love
All seem to fade
Into the distance I reach
My eyes begin to tear
My heart pierced through with loves wounding blade!
I sought the shelter of loves sweet embraces
In a woman who's heart was filled with vengeful maces
Evil all around!
My body, heart and soul abused
Pain and
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Categories:
wounding, love, heart, woman, heart,
Form: Prose Poetry