The Blood Stream Poem by Gordon R Menzies
The Blood Stream
I have bared myself
a black wind blows
the night snow falls
falling flakes touch
hard, invisible scars
I cannot tell if each
is a bite or a kiss
a cut or a remembrance
but they are numbing
deliciously numbing
and the blood stream
rises in twisting wisps
and drips there silently
drips silently still
in the places where
healing is unknown
and no one fishes
for fear of what
might be swimming there
excellent metaphorical poem..............full score
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5/1/2024 10:12:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
drips silently still in the places where healing is unknown/// penned beautifully; I enjoyed the healing memory