Your voice is the salty air that stings the wound (Aside)

Your voice is the salty air that stings the wound (Aside)

A Poem by Marlowe147

To suffer tribulation and horror

is to encounter the salty air

that stings the wound.

Soothing at first. And then abrasive

to the raw bitten hide.

The wound that is then, of course,

cauterized and sealed.

Bound with gauze,

the unnatural armor to

natural pollution.

But it is the scab,

like black rank moss

which grows on purest rock,

that truly prevents impurity.

So why is ’t that

when our cuts begin to heal,

when all is getting finally good…

that we find it necessary in ourselves

to peel, with tearing patience,

and lift the bodies work…

O We do feel It,

that much cannot be denied.

Perhaps we give feeble cry,

maybe even scream because the pain is so great.

So perfectly self-afflicted that

if we don’t finish and follow through,

for fear of bleeding over,

we might not lie dead

at the end of it.

© 2010 Marlowe147


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Soothing at first. And then abrasive

to the raw bitten hide.

The wound that is then, of course,

cauterized and sealed.

Bound with gauze,

the unnatural armor to

natural pollution.

But it is the scab,

like black rank moss

which grows on purest rock,

that truly prevents impurity.



Such a strong poem , saying so much .. this is wonderful.

Please forgive me for trying to change words!

Chloe

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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"So why is ’t that
when our cuts begin to heal,
when all is getting finally good…
that we find it necessary in ourselves
to peel, with tearing patience,
and lift the bodies work…"

That is incredibly powerful, a great piece.

Posted 14 Years Ago


such well crafted analogy~ we are truly a complex little species as far as cognitive receptors and behaviour are concerned~ such fantastic details permeate your poetic~ visual/emotive/cerebral combination well connected ~

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow! Very well written! I really enjoyed reading this piece. You have a way with words:) Thanks for sharing!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Mmmmm....Well, I love it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Nice work...there is that underlying vocabulary that makes the reader reflect and or seek to anaylize the very thoughts and or views you wish to express, just like hidden messages between the lines...

nice work, enjoyable read...

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is powerful really, I enjoyed this wroye.
Very well writtem.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

most interesting poem, I kinda like it.

is- is't a word? :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Soothing at first. And then abrasive

to the raw bitten hide.

The wound that is then, of course,

cauterized and sealed.

Bound with gauze,

the unnatural armor to

natural pollution.

But it is the scab,

like black rank moss

which grows on purest rock,

that truly prevents impurity.



Such a strong poem , saying so much .. this is wonderful.

Please forgive me for trying to change words!

Chloe

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Powerful and beautiful poem - The title alone is incredible...
I love this.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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