Adults never grow

The cut burn chase arrives

And leather fabric hurts

Reddening now raw

With you upon the floor

A subtle wipe to hide

The islands in your eye

It starts within your chest

As children never blessed

You're bending like before

And stretching for the door

But adults never grow

With no new height to show

Reviews

[Ama May Cooper]

Hmmm.. a poem that i feel has more to it than meets the eye, it seems to draw to my attention the almost backward movement that those older than us engage in , and that perhaps we do indeed become more open to the world in age.
A very interesting read.

[Ruth]

Fascinating piece...I am left wandering/wondering :)
Intensity profound and so many things to decipher!
xoxo

[Eloha]

I like this very much Mark, it feels like a poetic experiment, and I find that the best literature.

[eglantine]

i'd take out "with" in th elast line so it flows better. Very choppy, quick piece. Good concept/idea, reminds me of a quote "the creatve adult is the child who survived"