I can no longer find the friend
in you
which reminds me

When I was eight
I scraped my knee so hard
the skin
peeled off
almost to the bone
I thought I'd die
but I didn't
like now and so
I know I won't
die

I can no longer see the me
in you
and the scrape is even deeper

Every bumpy word you say
slays a good memory
and they have become
bumpy and nail furnished
the verbal roads we travel
But I seem to wear
my bare feet and it hurts
to step on shards of aloofness
wear a thorny crown
prick and jab thoughts

I can long for an end
and perhaps for once
ignore means to heal the real scrape that hits bone
If I can

K.Q.

Edited 4 time(s). Last edit at 03/17/2009 07:59AM by lifeisbutadream.

That metaphorical scrape along with the physical scrape wrap
this poetic up in a blue ribbon IMHO K.Q. I loved the tight
adherence throughout to the metaphor and its 'time' application
and utility. A very good write. tom

Thanks a lot Tom. I appreciate your opinion!

This is very rich in imagery Khalida, especially:

But I seem to wear
my bear feet and it hurts
to step on shards of aloofness

Images such as this, along with your metaphorical reference provide excellent examples of some of the elements that separate poetry from ordinary writing.

Well done! It is good to see you posting once again.

Joe

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 03/16/2009 04:16PM by hpesoj.

Actually, I felt bad for the speaker and wished she didn't have to go through what made her write this poem.

peace,

Peter

bump

This is a profoundly felt poem, Khalida, and your original knee scrape metaphor carries it well from beginning to end.

A most unusual phrase "nail furnished". Is that poetic code for "tacky", or is it a phrase of common application in some environment I am unaware of, where sharp objects on the roads frequently cause punctures?

Ian

Hi Khalida,

Enjoyed the poem, it's been a long time since I read your words... Too long.

Brucefur