Ode to scar

Red ripe scar, not yet whitened:
Your pallor is sanguine, you seal in
angry, aging blood,
dulling with the days as they amble on
with their gay howdy doody's,
their own phlegmy hearts
buried behind similar blights.
Time's minions, days, slogging along,
schlepping moments
on calloused shoulders
like pots of sulfur.

Fold into your chrysalis, scar,
and let time usher you to ashen grace.
Let me not witness the lurid butchery lain
too close beneath the searing
red headstone of you.
You haunt me with your legends.
You taunt me with your dawdling.

Reviews

[Lorry]

I think my favourite line of this wonderful piece has to be "dulling with the days as they amble on", says a lot more than the sum of its parts and speaks volumes for they way we can feel being part of the bigger picture, as yet unseen. Superbly written, thank you for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the painful scars of love...they do mock us as the only go away very slowly...

"the scars that won't heal, your eyes have died, when you've seen more than i..Daniel, your the star in the face of the sky" (elton john)

j.

[. serah .]

~ some people say that everyone writes about the same thing... and i always disagree vehemently... ~ everyone has a unique story and everyone experiences the many elements of that story uniquely... and yet when poets write about something... they give us an expression to describe something for which we may not have had words before... and then the reader relates to that in their own way... ~ "let me usher you to ashen grace"... pops out of this piece for me... and describes something that i needed words to describe but couldn't come up with them on my own... ~ i feel like i have many scars i need to say this to after reading your poem...