Seeing to Wounds

Ryan Robson-Bluer

I watch you

    nursing bruises

    under a peeling birch

your skin purple, blotted,

 

    and note how

something beautiful rises

          from seeing vulnerability

                     lain out like

                                          this.

 

I kick off my name

      to kneel at your side,

  try to scrape some meaning

                from the words,

                from your skin –

 

it’s a feeling which arrests me;

           arrested me then,

                   still holds me now.

 

  • Author: Ryan Robson-Bluer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 6th, 2022 12:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: where do we glean inspiration from? when do we become a poet?
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 34
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'I kick off my name

    to kneel at your side'..
    here, dear Poet
    when we surrender ourselves
    in our yearning
    to glean
    what truth, is afforded to us
    by chance or circumstance,
    here, between our selfishness
    and our impassioned selflessness
    where exists our sincerity's
    anchoring roots,
    here where our inked syllables, amount
    to more than poetic aesthetics
    to affect, empower and even befreind
    readers, we'll never meet...
    here, imbued in your Poetry
    exists, that which you aspire to behold
    only it's you that's gifting it, to the world
    and for that, i thank you! sincerely

    • Ryan Robson-Bluer

      wow what a beautiful comment, thanks so much!



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