Book of Scars

A Poem by Richard Guimond

Tell tales of each faded bloody events of my ordinary life

Book of Scars[1]

While steaming waters flow on my body so hairy

Shower, like first bath of silver halide chemistry

Reveals in white, on the rosy emulsion, my skin

My own private Book of Scars, secret life, long memories

Mostly souvenirs of harsh, hard skin breaking rusty encounters

Less of warrior like glorious fights, duels of my youth

Like proud occult script of fleshy hieroglyphics

Tell tales of each faded bloody events of my ordinary life

[1] 2014-12-28

© 2015 Richard Guimond

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Willard Wells

Interesting read. Diffenantly a personal vision of journey. Thanks,

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Richard Guimond

Beloeil,, Québec, Canada

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Been writing 1967 photographer since 1969 been a small time journalist , a camera salesmans graduated in Classical Studies , archeology and religion history unfinished a master in Ethnolinguistic on M.. more..