You want my shoes?
You can have ’em.
They’re tired and worn and the
laces are torn from so many
tattered miles. This quiet
place was hard fought, wrought
in tears and ink and stones
unthrown, impossible truths
known, a fractured forever and
a splintered splattered heart.
There’s road rash on my knees,
asphalt tattoos pressed into
fragile skin, monosyllabic
prayers howled heavenward with
every passing inch, the pinch
of time ticking and meter click
-ing loud in my ears. So many
fears spilled out behind me,
roadkill. I am second chances,
no backward glances, and
traveling tunes turned up
loud and clear because where
I always wanted to be is right
here and I sing now, barefoot
in the Son.
.
Written for Poetic Bloomings.
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profound, intimate, and wonderful
Yup! That’s you all over! Lovely work, De — and perfect picture choice, too! 🙂
barefoot in the son…love the metaphor
Also shared over at Poets United Poetry Pantry:
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2012/05/poetry-pantry-is-now-open-100.html
asphalt tattoos–love it!
i love this, De. I love ‘second chances, no backward glances’ especially and the ending ‘barefoot in the Son.’ Definitely a depthful write!
free flowing words carry us all the way to where you always wanted to be.
excellent writing. fun to read.
great job.
Liked “fractured forever” and “splintered splattered heart.” And how it sounds read out loud!
“impossible truths
known, a fractured forever and
a splintered splattered heart.
There’s road rash on my knees,
asphalt tattoos pressed into
fragile skin, …”
and the “prayers howled heavenward”
De!!! This is such a perfect piece to represent you! Seriously done in true “De,” form!!! I love every crazy, lovely, beautiful spilled-ink-word and mile!! Big smiles!
“monosyllabic prayers howled heavenward”
WOW.
WOW.