It is National Poetry Month again! I’m doing the
10 minutes a day write a poem challenge again. Won’t you join me?
I just went and saw a beautiful play on forgiveness at Taproot Theatre Co. called The Evidence of Things Unseen. And this poem doesn't do it justice, but here it is for better or worse. I think I'm just all cried out tonight.
Forgive or Forget?
Is
it the soft middle or the hard sides?
One
makes me sink into myself
The
other keeps bumping into me
Scraping
just enough to draw
Tiny
beads of blood
Bubbling
up where scratched
Not
enough to bandage
The
sunken nature of my center
Throws
my gravity off
To
where I sit, frozen
Unable
to gain momentum
Like
a very unkind swamp
One
step in and my feet are
Sucked
down below the surface
I
struggle to catch anything to pull me out
There
I lie on the bank panting
As
it took everything I had to get
Away
from here
Onto
a safe surface
I
stand to be scratched
Just
enough to scar this time
I
see the road just beyond
The
green, rankness
Where
I know I’m stuck
And
things stick into my exposed places
I
run past
Blood
flowing
Scrubbed
red raw
By
dead trees
Walking
on the orang dirt
Toes
slide along
Tripping
on tiny pebbles
But
finding another way
1 comment:
I like this, pearls in a row, tiny bits of images and wisdom. Nice to meet you. I am trying to explore more blogs as my own usually takes up all my time. hugs, pat
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