I bow in humble gratitude for my partner-in-poem's patience with me! Things have become challenging as we continue to trade poem for poem, reaching back into the past - reviving old thoughts, emotions, and ideas - and re-presenting them to the world in this mighty Poem-Off!!
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's last entry here: Basic Premise
's last entry here: Basic PremiseAnd my response below...
The Wound
The wound would be scarred over now
Numbed by the freezing rain
Still deep, and still new
But no longer fresh
Trees forgotten by most
What beauty stood here before?
In this hollowed out scrape
In her body.
The wound should be scarred over
But they work at her still
At it in their thoughts
Not hurting, not scraping
With their not-human machines
Is it men that do this?
Could it be women too?
Or have they all left
For the work day
Too close to the pain to stay
Left their hands and feet
To do the deeds
While their souls hide,
Buried beneath the fear and apathy
And the lonely feeling
And all the lies.
What's a poem-off, you ask? Just a little thang that started a little bit ago. I read a poem that posted, from his old-school writing days. It reminded me of all of my old-school poems, so I challenged him to see if we could go turn-for-turn and repost long lost words from the vaults of time. No rules apply, and new stuff might just make the mix. Check it out, y'all. Follow the links down the rabbit hole...
posted, from his old-school writing days. It reminded me of all of my old-school poems, so I challenged him to see if we could go turn-for-turn and repost long lost words from the vaults of time. No rules apply, and new stuff might just make the mix. Check it out, y'all. Follow the links down the rabbit hole...Thanks for visiting
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