Tuesday, 21 July 2015

settle



i saw the scars on your hands
relics of past disasters
a map of an untold tale
and
secrets hidden behind blue
veined
lids
open
revealing
the skylight of your misdemeanors
leave me
bewildered
your beauty
absolved
I look to the heights
the dust of pine
and scented cedar
filter down
settling on my shoulders.

KD 21/7/15

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5 comments:

  1. "the skylight of your misdemeanors" This is really lovely. I enjoyed it. :-)

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  2. Relics of past disaster. .... what a beautiful line.

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  3. A map of an untold tale; exactly what it is. Well done.

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  4. A mysterious eye in the sky ..

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  5. oh that scented cedar...well said...!

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