Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my thoughts
the grayest of days,
i see the sunnyside
of heaven, the bare trees
of winter in the ghosts
of ancient memories
under a falling sky,

it's my first night
alone
without you, and
it was a hard day's night
for a rookie
at heartbreak, for a novice
at breathing
with a missing set of lungs
that rose and fell
like an angel homeward bound,

and i feel the scar tissue tonight
beneath my skin,
old wounds hardened
into muscle, the old fashioned
steroids of living
eyes open, heart closed
for the season, not to reopen,
til the summer sun rejuvenates
the mending roots of faith.

as I said on PIB, this poem is very close to the bone
it would be painful to read if it wasn't so easy to read
strong work, steve

(I would lose the first verse. Not that I don't like it, but it's like you are getting up to speed. I think that the last two verses say it.)

thnaks a lot, clay...you may be right about the first stanza...it probably doesn't add anything to the message........take care.....

the first stanza... a hint, a mere hint of what's to come.

good job is about all i can write right now, saw.

Wow. This is good stuff. I mean, my words of praise can't begin to suffice.
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thanx mtmynd and hester...nice to hear from you...

steve...i feel this...my scar tissue feel this and i'm sorry for your loss & your heartache. "time will heal" is a cliche that proves true to those of us who've been cut, no matter how, where or when. we heal. and we love because it is our nature. this is me, sending you a hug.