wounds are painless
there is no time
to form a scab
siding torn off walls
leaving just siding
to carrion seekers
anticipating and death
decay maybe termites
rich wood colours
look and marvel
don't come easy
small running feet
of young children
echo on those floors
a life we might've envied
I make photos to make myself feel good; I share in hope of making you feel good. I do as much as I can in the camera, but it does not always end there.
Part of making an image in the 21st century is processing a captured image in the computer. This is like dodging and burning in the darkroom of yesterday. (I've done that too.)
I use Photoshop cc and Lightroom cc. The result is not always what I saw, sometimes more what I wish I saw. Sometimes, the resulting image is a creation more than a recording. Most of the time, I keep it believable and realistic.
I have a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing.
I have shared poems on the internet, to an audience with more than 150 million views and I'm considering making a selection of poems, in a book or books.
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4 thoughts on “Fatal Wounds”
not sure to what ‘(our forefathers)’ refers?
it relates to the whole juicy poem, obviously, but why is it just there at the end, bracketed as almost an afterthought? Leaves me feeling there is something to resolve… perhaps it would fit better earlier in the poem?
Thank you writingpresence!
I meant to refer to an earlier time (a hundred years before the present when it has been destroyed).
Sometimes it isn’t easy to say things in just a few lines.
This one is a bit difficult for me. It will require more thing through.
Thank you arlenecorwin!
Sometimes deciphering a poem is like understanding a dream you can’t quite remember, a dream you had a week ago.
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