if the early light of winter days
and the reverberating noises of this city
conspire to shake me from precious slumber.
I study my reflection after
warm morning absolutions
see a wide, dark scar
etched into my skin – it was
so long ago now it must have been
so painful must have burned, bled
must have throbbed for days...
And yet today, had you asked,
I would hardly have remembered how
it even got there.
so painful must have burned, bled
must have throbbed for days...
And yet today, had you asked,
I would hardly have remembered how
it even got there.
6 comments:
True!
"...would hardly have remembered how it even got there."
:-)
Luis, honey, thanks; I needed to read this :)
PS: Among other things, I love the selective punctuation; what a great technique for setting flow and rhythm in poetry.
Thanks Charl!
I'm quite fond of this one.
I know it somewhat changes the topography of the poem, but the word you want to use in the sixth line is "ablutions." Sorry to be a nit-picker.
You were right, Patrick, but I liked absolutions. I remember reading that word somewhere where it was used the way I used it here. I stand by my word.
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