Wonderful poem. I just wish the wounds would just heal and you would only bare slight scar where they used to be instead of you having to go through all the pain of having the open wounds get infected..
Original subject matter. Matter of deep truth! Like the buried thorn that is pushed out of the skin. Ugly and messy but out! So refreshing to see work of value and away, free, from twittering lost loves!!!
This is a interesting analogy. I kind of like it. Although my experience has been that when you rip the gauze off a festering would it rips the top right off too. But then that also fits with the festering wounds of the mind.
I like the visual look of the poem as well as what someone else mentioned, the imagery and word choice, the ribbon on the box of pain, gauze of guilt, to name a couple.. Actually, the more I think about the poem, the more I get from it.
"You dip your soul.." conjures the image of water... and then you mention the stars above... and lastly, there is swinging, which evokes for me, either a child swinging on a swing, and the freedom, and fear that may face doing so..
or like a monkey, swinging from branch to branch.. these images for me, work very well with my impression of your poem.. anyways, just thought i would share that!
I love it! Good job!
Retired Special Education Teacher & Supervisor, Writer of poetry and Nanowrimo novel, wife, mother, grandmother, and lover of country. I can be found at www.gkbostic.com
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