Here lies a scar
by Han
of a decree unswervingly slit
as thin as grandma’s white hair
pain is literally the
only thing that grounds my whimsicality
had a talk with my Dad in the car the other night
listening to Carpenters had him smile most reminiscently
asked for a memory
and he said nothing, absolutely
he is powerful that way I guess
for memories affect him only briefly
I need to learn
techniques of dissociation and not look back
years later
where Quiet Inside is redolent
of those moments that are decadent
Love the third stanza. I can picture the scene, hear the music — very nice 🙂
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Thank you Natalie!
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Your blog is so nice looking. I don’t always like poetry, but I thought there was something charming about your style. I’ll be giving the rest of your blog a look.
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Hey Sarah,
Thank you for dropping by and for giving a chance to poetry.
I’ve read your works too and I really like how you’ve incorporated humour yet subtly withholding that very serious nature of politics.
Hope to read more of your writings!
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Phenomenal
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Lovely. I was in the car with you two.
If you’d like to check my blog out, I just wrote a devotional on self-image! I’d love feedback- even a new blogging friend!
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