The Sun Is Someway Wounded

All itchy where my hands
Your hands
Their hands can't reach -
Pain where the eyes cannot see
Contradictory paranoid feeling
Judged so strictly.

Cosmic, utopic, beautifully broken -
The Sun is someway wounded,
I know for a fact -
It may shine and irradiate happiness
But what if -
What if it burns
into some kind of orange screaming pain -
Like my brain?

Misjudged as I am
And you are
And they are
Scars at heart and soul -
Bruises inside, failed organism
Never to be noticed while your cheekbones
Are still rosy, sunset-like

They just want to get tanned,
Selfish bronze
Smiling summer
For they can't see
Selfish eyes cannot reach
and stone hearts cannot feel -
Inner pain, always refuted
But remember, warmth always sweats
And weeps.

Fragile symbols of eternity
That time cannot heal -
But I know for a fact
The Sun is someway wounded still.

Reviews

[V.B.]

Apparently I never reviewed this, which is weird, because I definitely meant to. I am terribly easily distracted though, so I guess I cannot be that surprised.

Anywho, my favorite thing about this poem is the multitude of bright colors and beautiful images you portray while never losing track of what is actually a pretty dark tone. Really well done, Karina.

[Richard Williams]

A good comparison with the sun being wounded and personal wounds. Strong intense language.

[Arabdha]

your words spell magic..the title couldn't have been more perfect..! i'm officially a fan..100/100 :)

[sushi]

Lovely!!! A nice write on the summer. The descriptions have been sketched beautifully. The title gets more clear while reading each line. The heat and its effect,on summer has been pictured nicely....

"But remember, warmth always sweats
And weeps."

Thanks for sharing.....
Nice write....

[LittleMadGirl]

It's really amazing and the inner Pain that is hidden within all the thing that make everyday life is well expressed. How come something as bright and shiny as the sun, something that is mostly seen as a sybol of fun and happyness, is wounded? For me, ths poem is about not recognizing the pain that is within everyone. We may know about our own miseries and the ones our friends and close ones go through, but still we are foolish enough to belive that the others are happy.


You put this in such wonderful words with a nice sceme. I really like this poem and admire the writers skills.

[Steph's Script]

Wow, very nice piece. I greatly enjoyed it. I'll be sure to check out more of your stuff.

[Lowesy]

well done, very good. I like the patterns in which you put the words, flowed well yet still made them sound smart and intelligent. I liked the meaning also.
Mark

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

The title, along with the whole piece is brilliant.

[Stef Outsiders]

I love "the sun in someway wounded" It really stands out! every bit of this stands out, i sense this is to do with how your feeling? maybe? but like always... just stunning!... i'm running out of words to say how talented you are.. lol

[Antonio Valentino]

Your sun is somewhat wounded, being healed by the soothing spirit of the moon, day in, day out. Getting up and getting out there, and coming home, and mending the, sol.

Love this Karina, I feel hallowed to have read it tonight.
Antonio :)