Moving On

Moving On

The stripped muscle of my meaty heart

is scoured deep.

Lacerations from jagged glass

you used to score your victory

bleed free.

But I am a gladiator at last,

and used to such poetic pain

from the many battles I have lost;

I heal well.

I ready my ravaged, beaten torso,

cleansed in the soothing milk of hope,

to meet my next challenge.

 

5/8/12

Reviews

[Mark]

Wave the white flag, come in from the cold, have a laugh and few beers, then f**k all that love biz. my 2 cents anyway.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ha you old romantic you! Many thanks Mark!

[Frieda P]

Killer imagery here John, flipped the switch here of a warrior, I wouldn't want to get in your way unless you got milk. ;-)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ha see I am a p***y cat my Lady! Many thanks

[Frieda P]

I knew that. ;-)

[Laura Harrison]

What a wonderful poem of strength and survival. I especially loved the lines:

"But I am a gladiator at last,

and used to such poetic pain

from the many battles I have lost;

I heal well."

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Once again thank you for such a kind review Flame

[Jack...]

John, your words hit home this morning. You have spoken my mind. Thank you for shraing.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Many thanks Jack. Unfortunately too many of us can relate similar experiences.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

What a challenge it will be, I must say the imagery here John gives one tingles and awe at the same time, well done, good read.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Many thanks Thomas

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Well done, the heart of a true poet is indeed durable. It's pain that perpetuates our strength.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

True PH. Many thanks

[Lyn Anderson]

No one reviewed this? What a shame. It is, not surprisingly, right up my alley, and I can relate.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You know I never even noticed it was not reviewed. Thank you for trawling KLG