By this blood I die
fragrance of your love
or of my hatred
.
.
Memories etch
the skin that burns in envy
rage fills my head
Written for One Shot Wednesday
By this blood I die
fragrance of your love
or of my hatred
.
.
Memories etch
the skin that burns in envy
rage fills my head
Written for One Shot Wednesday
Short…but not sweet
hugs
Jaye
Very strong words my friend ,I feel there is a lot of hurt , anger and bitterness contained in those simple words , I hope that the past is gone and the future has a new dawning
Ian
Hey Nimue,
I visit here almost every time you update. Dropping in a comment to say hi and tell you that you have a gift of playing with words. Kudos.
Love.
Dedhshaani!
There IS a think line, eh, between love and hate, as the old song goes.
The skin that burns in envy — I really ike that!
Pain flowing in those words..
Agonized by the fire of memories.
Good poetry.
so sad so touching. memories do etch and scares never fills out
This takes me back to my destructive days when I would etch my own skin. Memories laid bare. A painful reminder, poignantly written.
wow vivid…i esp like the second as it drives it blunt…nice one shot
Why is it the love-hate memory mix seems so excruciating when going through it. Nicely done. Can relate to your poem very much.
one can say more with few words than endless words…
your poem allows me to imagine and roam the infinite corridors of interpretation and wonder…
and each time i read it i see another possibility, another way things may have been able to be worked out…i see endless endings, and yet still hope for something different…the photo is very effective in adding the depth, the finality to your few, yet forever words…
sincerely,
Hard hitting.
This is so sad and the image is quite alarming.
Well written indeed.
This has all the passion of classical Japanese verse….
Raw, wrenching, and haunting.
Lady Nyo
eloquent…
Succinct…
eye for an eye
Blunt and to the point
Great one shot here at your joint
A brutal exposition–succinct.
strong stuff.. yikes. Powerful little senryu