Tag Archives: scar poems

What will I become? Midnight. (When you leave me again.)

  pink girl offers first lines as story/poem starters (my title is one, tilted.) click here to read them all, and get inspired.  

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Olive Branches in the Old Country

.. Hear the old men laugh, fool -hardy and humming to the dark needlework of ………………….stars. Their ancient method scars the sky, sweeps stolen shine under the welcome mat. Their teeth are cold dominoes tumbling like bleached stones, black sheep, … Continue reading

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Sutures

… We have tied ourselves back together with tiny strings. Do you see them? Scars sewn up by spider web and strands of thread, stitches of time. We have made a home here between the cracks where the light breaks … Continue reading

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Hobbies

…. We’ve left our stamps and coins and dead butterfly wings by the side of the road ………………..for dead. We’ve no more room for pages and pages and pages of scraps, framed and frozen moments …………………..spent. We’re bent and broken … Continue reading

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Vigil for Winter

.. “Must I hold a candle to my shames?”  – The Merchant of Venice   … These stars are Roman candles to my scars, splitting this sky wide open with lust -er. My crippled hands are crocuses, poking up through … Continue reading

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