Waiting for scars.
*
The fist, an augured wind that blew
against a cheek that turned
away again, already burned
with shame
*
'Breathe' said the lungs
in a sweating cage of blank devotion
bidding joy and all emotion
to silence
to silence
*
'Stand' said the bone
a splintered act of moderation
lapis tattoo of adoration
a joke
*
'Steal' said the mind
to feed the poor and battered love
ragged-winged, bleeding dove
of misery
*
'Wait' said the soul
'be patient
time will heal, and
when there's nothing left at all to feel
try scars'
*
(John Ahearn/Kate Bousfield)
1 comment:
I am flattered that you thieved this.
The collaboration was that I wrote the poem initially and John hammered it into shape.
John Ahearn is the best online poet - he can be found here...
http://wordcarving.blogspot.com/
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