The things we hide on the inside
become necklaces
of gilded ears
sharpened by arrow heads
daring to leave the shingle
for swollen mouths of water
big and discolored
the sound of anvils
aching to strike
If I could I would
reach into decoupage
pull out damp envelope
with large words and self corrected emotions
cutting through paper made of souls
read your varnished secrets
let them roam
beyond lacquered confine
of what is safe and secure
until they pulp our learn
split, break and reawaken
even without wings, chewing ourselves new
we can glide on thin papier-mâché tips
glimmering in linseed oil, to Kashmir and back
if we believe
More amazing imagery
Magnificent, My Beauty. 💜
Candice, these two lines are so intriguing.
“with large words and self corrected emotions
cutting through paper made of souls”
I love the theme throughout. Well done, Keith
Thank you very much Keith.
Thank you my Knight xo
Thank you so much D!
Beautiful Candice… Our greatest wounds we hide inside ourselves where they heal slowly, if at all. ღ
You write very descriptive poems. Very enjoyable to read too.
Dear Tamara, thank you so much!
Another beautiful thought provoking poem..
We all bare the scars of our secrets..
Love the imagery ❤️
Thank you so much dear girl
My pleasure – your words take me to another place 😊
Phenomenal once again
Wow that high praise really bowls me over and I am so grateful to you beautiful talented girl!
I enjoy all your words 😊