Book of ScarsA Poem by Richard Guimond Tell tales of each faded bloody events of my ordinary life Book of Scars[1]
While
steaming waters flow on my body so hairy Shower,
like first bath of silver halide chemistry Reveals
in white, on the rosy emulsion, my skin My
own private Book of Scars, secret life, long memories Mostly
souvenirs of harsh, hard skin breaking rusty encounters Less
of warrior like glorious fights, duels of my youth Like
proud occult script of fleshy hieroglyphics Tell
tales of each faded bloody events of my ordinary life © 2015 Richard Guimond |
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Richard GuimondBeloeil,, Québec, CanadaAboutBeen writing 1967 photographer since 1969 been a small time journalist , a camera salesmans graduated in Classical Studies , archeology and religion history unfinished a master in Ethnolinguistic on M.. more..Writing
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