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the blemish

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I took a blood-red rose
and pressed it
between the pages of my heart
where it dried
paper thin
and brittle
leaving a black bruise
the colour of pain
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About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Western Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Favourite poets? So many, so varied. I like particular songs, not necessarily the singer... and the same goes for poetry. I can honestly say though, that Alfred Noyes' The Highwayman was what inspired my love of poetry - my mother began reading it to me when I was still a baby, and it became my favourite bedtime story

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jane210660

jane210660

9 years 2 months ago

I'm getting boring, because

I'm getting boring, because all I keep saying is 'I like this' or 'I love this'.
So i'll try to say why I like this. To me the imagery is very bold. Also I like the fact it is in four stages, you took a rose, pressed it,it dried and you bruised, it's got a good sequence.
Jx

judyanne

judyanne

9 years 2 months ago

lol

Be as boring as you like Jane... so long as you tell me you like my write I'm in seventh heaven
:-)
Thank you
love judy
xxx

brittle light

brittle light

9 years 2 months ago

memories of pure hope and joy

Memories of pure hope and joy are the hardest to bear; when ultimately knowing of their crushing disappointment.
This piece has, and elicits, such a strong emotional feeling,
It doesn't seem right for me to call it 'clever'...but it is

judyanne

judyanne

9 years 1 month ago

hi Al

Thanks so very much for the very positive comment.
I'm very glad you felt the emotion -
love judy
xxx

judyanne

judyanne

9 years 1 month ago

thanks Roscoe

For the visit and very kind comment
so nice to see you
love judy
xxx

Keith Logan

Keith Logan

9 years 1 month ago

Very much enjoyed

especially the last two lines, which are as close to anything I could ever write in terms of abstract poetry.

judyanne

judyanne

9 years 1 month ago

thanks Keith

for the supportive comment
I'm very glad to hear you enjoyed this
love judy
xxx

lovedly

lovedly

9 years 1 month ago

you use a sharp knife to slice

at times,
then softly change your stance
and
apply butter with the same knife

a rose you crushed
sad
was it for pleasure
if so I must be mad
not to know how dry roses
in library books leave
black stains

your poetry is beyond
the realms of my minuscule mind
hope some day
I shall
in your mind's form
myself find..

S

scribbler

9 years 1 month ago

Hi MM

Sometimes the best part of a poem is not what is said but what is implied or inferred. Such is the case in good poetry and such is the case in this poem.......stan

judyanne

judyanne

9 years 1 month ago

hi Stan

Thank you for the very supportive comment
love judy
xxx

Esker

Esker

9 years 1 month ago

books...scraps....songs....laments...

Great poem!
Loved its imagery!
books....put that puppy in
there and jump on it..
I save everything
and from that
when I least expected
it comes back
Dreams...thoughts..
feelings..flashbacks
emotions....
half the time I forget
I put it all in there
but Im glad I did...
some things are painful
and not discarded but
set aside..pressed and
preserved for the one
day understanding
and re look
re examination
re feel

and suprising how
fresh it all is
but then we are
alive
and unlike the
motionless of the
archive
we bring life to
its meaning

thank U Judyanne!

judyanne

judyanne

9 years 1 month ago

thanks Steve

I have scaps of scraps stored everywhere lol
love judy
xxx

mand

mand

9 years 1 month ago

Hi Judyanne

The imagery in this is incredibly powerful! A bruised heart would be so very painful. :(

Love to you Judyanne xxx

Mand xxx

judyanne

judyanne

9 years 1 month ago

hi Mand

Thanks for the read and very kind comment
love right back at you xxx
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