I have a wound that seeps-
it’s ugly and unkind; I beg it not to speak-
it haunts me still, so I lay quietly,
stitching my lips together, so that my tongue,
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A poem of immeasurable sadness and beauty penned by a poet who is indeed worthy of the name. Love, Sandra
I'm happy to return to your garden. Vision and power abide in this poem, this rendering like an impressionist painting and detailed like Escher, glimpses of angels and demons wrestling in daylight through darkness. This piece was like opening a flower scented tomb, musty and filled with living memory. Wonderful and terrifying as Uriah noted.
man, am I glad I ignored your advice not to read your poems...this is terrific.
A very compelling and deep poem. Your poetry is quite simply amazing, Amberlee. Regards, Seán
A very intense, painful, scary poem. Also beautiful and well written. I wish you the very best as a person, as a writer, you're already pretty amazing!
I liked this poem really. It has so many surrealistic images...deeply woven sentiments and feelings.....a rare piece I read and enjoyed in this site...10