...from a wound that I have no intention to heal
(Paul Simon)


My Words Trickle Down

Let it out
Draw it from your center
Whatever it is
(but it hurts)
That's why it must come out
(I don't think it works that way)
Well, something's gotta happen
You can't just sit there and bleed.
(blood is all that will come out)
But it's so messy...
Couldn't you at least funnel it through something?


Yes, that's much better
actually, its beautiful.
Can you do it again?
(yeah, but...)
Don't you feel better now?
(no)



Poetry by Kaede
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Written on 2010-01-06 at 02:04

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Sounds like you need a LOT
Of getting it out...but you would do, with such a deep wound, so long neglected.

I like the intention of the poem, the first voice, is very correct, in that we cannot ignore what is inside forever, because some must and will happen, usually its us, getting sick, physically, mentally, you name it, it comes out somehow, so! You may not feel better, second voice! but you will eventually, just keep letting it out.

Art, writing/poetics are fine healers, it just takes time, depending on the severity of the injuries.

All the best to you in 2010, our year of love

Smiling at you

Tai
2010-01-06