Wednesday, December 1, 2010


indelibly laden
deliberately stamped across...
like fawn tracks
across freshly fallen snow
indented for emphasis
like paragraphs that flow
the way
water erodes rock
until there is little left
but ridges of phantom levels
of water's past depth
like Crayola lines on old walls
a chronicle of a child's growth...
can be
so very lasting
like a painter's acrylic strokes
like fossils
that tell of
a butterfly's
prehistoric life
like steps by climbers
atop mountains high
on adventurous hikes
etches of inscriptions
breeching past the confines
of fibers weaved
into paper rawly unlined
...and so, is the love of him
scored into the heart of me
like nickeled wire
with fused ends
he's left a mark
only i can see
dug beneath what makes sense
this pock in my life
can't be filled
or replenished
it's the scar...
thought healed
trekked faintly across skin
those are the imprints
your presence
has left deep within


1manview said...

wonderful blind of metaphors and deep thoughts...

Thee_Kween said...

Thank you...deeply :)

Just Ree` said...

Every so often, something is so strikingly beautiful that it snatches your breath. . .*exhaling*

Thank you so very much for this.

Thee_Kween said...

Wow...what a wonderful compliment....thanks sis.

in the butterfly net...

i ink...i flow...i pen,
my soul, my words, my zen