Soul Cleanse

Soul Cleanse

A Poem by Mark
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Honestly, I have no tether at all to this poem. I must've dipped into someone else's stream when I captured it.

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My wish is a knife
to tear a hole in a star
and bleed it.
With its blinding energy
glistening hot and cleansing
I'd wash my soul free of you.

© 2013 Mark


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I like the imagery though it sounds like a very hot thing to do, this cleansing. I think I would look for a more moderate star, a star that was petering out or dying. A good write, none the less.

Posted 9 Years Ago


This is a stroke of bloody brilliance! It's very deep and very male. Outstanding work Mark

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thanks Mark, means a lot coming from you!
Where is that stream. I want my toes in it. this is poetry gravid with emotion and depth.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thanks much TL
Mmmmm interesting now I understand why people write little works it had the same effect if not more than a long one.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Excellent piece, concise and to the point in twisted metaphor :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thank you dear Poppy!
I like *&(&^%^$ing poem Mark, it is so hard to strip the stains of others lives on us off ,But you have done it here .

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much Lee. So glad you got something out of it.
THAT is a strong thought-full piece...intense.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thank you sir!
This piece is so good, Mark! The power in a blinding star, bled out. She must have some hold...

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thanks Angi, glad you like it.
Simply said but with meaning.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

thank you very much :)
What a shame, its really good. It creates so many possible interps. The use of metaphor and the need to purge the sin, is all I get. (self-cutting) but I see you are a rather positive confessional poet,so...

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Somewhere it changed... the concept I'd had originally was using the star's 'milk' to purge this per.. read more
The Verse: A Poetry Journal

11 Years Ago

Oh, better. I think the best poets never did have control!

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