the preoccupation with death and dying
is boring to me...
as if the loss of life in and of itself
would be that cry...
in the wilderness of living, it is numbing
all the consequences of beauty vs age
and the illicitness...
of an act we call love, yet you cant love
like a worn-tubed...
adage of the maladjusted, why is this?
i watched a movie on Patton once
he was a soldier...
tattered and thread worn, with scars
in places no one...
has but war heroes, my scars are like
that. california had scarless people
with skin tanned...
no scars to share and i realized the
fact that there's
a history here in my land of scars
compared at dinner...
like badges to the masses, and i
just thought you must have your own.
in cities people are hard and endless
they believe taunts...
and seclusional conjecture will ward
off the evil...
but it exists as light exists and like
they said once...
in a little movie, man we are those people
Well said Donna, as a man and from a working class small town, scars to us are like our signs of living, the better the story around the scar the more interesting it becomes a typical dialogue would probably run sitting around the bar:
"Wow man some scar you got there across your face."
"Yea got it when the chain saw kicked back when I was lumbering."
Anyway you get the point. It was done while working at a hard dangerous job and somthing not to be ashamed off. Now on the other hand emotional scars of love that is altogether different too when it comes to men.
We are those people. I have a white knee-length lab coat I have marked my scars with a black magic marker for every time I am wounded. Screw calamine lotion and neosporin, I wear the coat and I seem to be still collecting scars, warrioress that I am. It is very cathartic wearing the lab battle scar coat. I wore it just today with a fresh scar mark written out of the incident and today's date. This poem says alot about life's battles, but you've won, your quill is fired and loaded for danger....keep them coming, Donna...
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Love & peace
William
Love Tinka
"Wow man some scar you got there across your face."
"Yea got it when the chain saw kicked back when I was lumbering."
Anyway you get the point. It was done while working at a hard dangerous job and somthing not to be ashamed off. Now on the other hand emotional scars of love that is altogether different too when it comes to men.
Fee
Sage
Be safe,
Karen