Ink and blood

This is an attempt to mix some lines together. I would like to thank Corset for joining. Anyone else? Lyn Anderson has added her voice.

A friend mentioned this,

 and I hope she will join the narration.

I am a cook.

This leads to another explanation.

The sun shows the past.

A summer tan makes people wonder.

Those were accidents.

My fingers show my learning.

Those are only a random touch.

Now,

 we get to the Ink and the Blood.

Both are pain.

One a decoration,

 the other done in private.

One a reaction to life,

 while another looks like a partridge.

I have my marks.

Each a story.

Just to be honest,

 the story I tell you,

  might be wandering, 

   and there are other voices waiting.

Listen.

The stories are there.

You can hear the voice.

Evergreen, 
we carve our love
in stone and limb
skin and branches
an ink in blood
floods of feeling
wondering
if we ever tried it 
could we stop
How deep is your love?
How deep do you dig
for a partridge.

It echoes quietly,

  sad,

but wistful,

wondering.

So many voices,

and some never heard,

yearning

wildly scratching soil and dirt mixes with blood wounds deep and ink delicate on the outside she's there, somewhere -- hoping you'll reach her  where she fell ...

Do we hear?

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

wildly scratching soil and dirt
mixes with blood wounds deep
and ink delicate on the outside
she's there, somewhere --
hoping you'll reach her
where she fell ...

[Corset]

Evergreen,
we carve our love
in stone and limb
skin and branches
an ink in blood
floods of feeling
wondering
if we ever tried it
could we stop
How deep is your love?
How deep do you dig
for a partridge.

[Jon Roggie]

Let's see how this works.

[Corset]

very nice thank you!

[barleygirl]

Usually I’m off the rails sufficiently to enjoy a little skid along the gutter with you! But this time, you are way off the rails & I can’t even find you. I would love to have some of what you’re high on becuz this is your most outlandish piece that I’ve read so far. I honestly do not know what this message is saying, but I love writing like I’m half off my rocker & you, my friend, have helped me discover this fine fun endeavor by treating me to such little wisps of whimsy that you float off into the ether! *wink! wink!* Your wandering stories reflect my wandering life (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Jon Roggie]

The bad part is I was using this as an intro to a possible compilation! I blame my drive into the Sequoias. Four thousand foot elevation change twice in a day has an effect.

[barleygirl]

I used to go to the Sequoias often in my youth . . . always went backpacking to Paradise Valley, beyond Mist Falls, starting at Cedar Grove . . . *sigh!*

[Jon Roggie]

Next time I will take my camera, and post a few shots. The spot I really miss is Hava Supai in Arizona. It was a long hike, but the place was so beautiful.

[Amit]

I loved this one. The words are expressing the truth.

[Jon Roggie]

Topic was brought up by a friend. This a potential collaboration. Post some lines if you are interested!

[Amit]

Ok I will try.....

[Jon Roggie]

Original base was a conversation concerning tattoos and cutting.

[Sami Khalil]

You write very interesting story with marked narration. Thank you for sharing.

[Jon Roggie]

This is in response to one of our fellow writers. It is actually an attempt to start a collaboration. Everyone gets to play, but I do get to control the edit. Join in if you like.