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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That's a whole lot of something going on in six lines, Mark. Well done, no matter whose stream you were fishing in. Great work.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thanks hon :)
very big imagery here, that goes straight to an emotional crises, good write !

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much sir!
It feels like deep buried hurt. Lancing the boil of long held pain hence the star as stars are so far away yet they symbolise our dreams as we yearn to touch them. Flowing and emotive piece Mark

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thank you brother. :)
That is really... I'm not sure that powerful is the right word but dark doesn't quite fit it either. Wonderful job nonetheless!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thank you :)
wow such bitterness caught in these few lines..powerful...and makes me ponder, what color would the stars bleed?

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

glistening white.
jacob erin-cilberto

11 Years Ago

really glistening!
I love this one. Soul cleanse is such a fitting title. Beautiful imagery.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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A wish I'd love to have shared with an ex, once upon a time. Very well done, Mark.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thank you, glad you could relate.
This is an interesting idea... The first stanza is starkly tangible in imagery...a knife cutting a hole in a star and "bleeding it"--reminds me a little of what a hunter would do to an animal they are just beginning to field dress. The second stanza goes on to discuss the "heart" of the matter; taking that blood of a star and washing your soul so that you can finally be pure and free from turmoil, including the memories that haunt you.

This is a haunting write. I love the blending of quiet desperation and tangible decision making. Very creative.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much :)

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