Ancient wounds ~ Comet wishes

 

 

 

 

Ancient wounds ~ Comet wishes

 

 

Bleeding from these ancient wounds

Falling to the earth below

Mud red, blood red, softening the ground

My footprints ache in format patterns

 

So long the wounds, of age defined,

Dripping masses in the mist

Marked for life, while a beating heart

pumps eternal fluid fears

 

Watching as the puddles grow,

round at first and then obscure

Fading faster than the sun

on its westward trek of daylight shadows

 

Weak ~ I find my eyes they stare

off into the crowning moon

Beams of effervescent glow

shroud me in unknown pleasures

 

Rising above the crusted mounds

Light as any whispered breeze

Words now call in sweet caress

Melodies of past preferred ring

 

Lyrics sung to me and me alone

A language that my soul does speak

Piano keys in blended black and white

string together lasting impressions

 

Symphonies of a healing concerto

press upon my quivered skin

Scars now dance at the revival

and still my feet don’t find the floor

 

My hand is touched, fingers moved

Warmth embraces this awkward grip

as peace flows, smooth, soft, subtle

through my veins

 

The bleeding has ceased

Disappeared among comet wishes

and my heart, long silent, now sings

in harmony with her voice ~ and I dream

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

I like how you ended this one,
ceased the bleeding then to dream.
wishes and comets go hand in hand.

[Ruth]

As long as we dream dear Jack, we can see the universe display hopes....never stop dreaming hon...things come to you at the right moment x

[Jack...]

Thank you for the advice my friend. I'll look forward to those moments coming. I appreciate you Poppy.

[Frieda P]

This really struck a chord Jack, you bled all over the page, it's utterly profound & will stay with me for quite some time. An awe inspiring read, our dreams do sometimes serve us well my sweet friend.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend. I always appreciate your kind words to me.

[Marie]

This has the feel of shostlness to it...ancient wounds closing as the bloody course is run...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Marie for stopping by today and reading my work. I appreciate you.

[Rita L. Sev]

Generations of hurt stir, perhaps seeking modern remedies - but the wounds of the hear never change... There is a beautiful otherworldly feel to this piece, Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you Rita. Your kindness always makes me smile.

[Baby Ricochet]

I love a happy Ending. Great poem as always jack

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. I am happy you enjoyed this one.

[Dr. Wood ?]

there's me thinking that you may have peaked and you come up with this gem, great jack...Just great

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend.

[SyberRose]

An enthralling piece Jack...executed in your inimitably beautiful style....Enjoyed...Rose:)

[Jack...]

Thank you so much sweet Rose for smiling on my world today.

[NeiL ArandA]

How I wish Jack that there's a physician I can go to and prescribes me a pill or vitamins to make me a better thinker and composer of poems.. It might be genetics so to speak .... Well written piece again Jack. I enjoyed reading it.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Neil. Don't sell yourself short. You are a wonderful poet that needs no pills or vitamins.

[Sami Khalil]

I like the idea of ancient wounds coming back with the comet that traveled around the ring of space then visited to crash in our deserts and oceans. The smashing can create a big hole like the ones in Cancun under the ocean and in Arizona...A powerful poem...:)................

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Sami. I appreciate your kindness

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)...........