My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).

...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

5 Bleeding Black




Bleeding Black

Words course through me
running the gambit through every vital organ;
intent on pulling the toxins from my body,
I bleed black.

Words collide within me
collecting the tainted emotions threatening me;
intent on healing my tattered mind,
I bleed black.

Words seep out of me
expelling the poison imbued in my very being;
intent on releasing my soul to breathe,
I bleed black.

This letting of words is my treatment…my salvation;
but with every bloodletting I am left to wonder.

What will become of me
when I squeeze
the last bit of ink
out of my veins?

(Will peace finally breathe life back into me
or will peace find me with the release of my last breath?)

I bleed black.




i've been sitting on "What will become of me / when I squeeze / the last bit of ink / out of my veins" for awhile now. Natasha Head's words for this weeks OpenLinkNight over at the dVerse~Poets Pub made me think back to this tweet that has sat waiting to find its voice. it was in the second stanza that i truly saw its light in the tag line of this blog, "this letting of words is my treatment...my salvation. it pulls all the toxins from my mind, body, and soul."

5 comments:

  1. and here is to hoping that is a long time coming...you built a nice house around that lyric you been holding onto...

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  2. The Noiseless CuckooclockNovember 10, 2011 at 9:41 AM

    hopefully, you will feel better after unleash words you have been holdingn on.

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  3. Let them flow! Let them bleed! A cleansing! Purge the words...wonderful write!

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  4. Oh I bleed black... such a powerful image.. a great verse... you know I always thought that the words are therapeutic.. but then I never went beyond the last drop.. what happens once every single blood black is bled... gave me a lot of things to think through... Thanks for sharing...


    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-tears-in-rain.html

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  5. May your writing heal your core
    May more readers find the cure
    May power of the sound of your words
    bring comfort to my soul

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