Gods Artwork on Parade

The ravages of this life

hack through every tender part of me

with the sharp callousness of a dull knife;

eviscerating what little remains

of ignorant innocence.

 

I never asked for this.  But then, who does?

We’re all horses on the same carousel;

Gods artwork on parade,

what is…simply was.

 

Wandering thoughts seldom invoke peace,

an inner balance I must seek.

Most wounds will heal

under the sacred hands of time;

but life will leave scars

even the divine can’t rewind.

 

It’s only a matter of time,

before memory loss

will convince me to say,

 

                      

                “ This life may be savage,

                                 but I wouldn’t have it any

                                             other way.”

Author's Note

Thanks for reading, reviews always welcome.

Reviews

[Dhaye]

We are God's artwork on parade. We are moving to follow the right direction. But life's a road full of obstacles we have to pass through. And as different individuals on parade, some choose to stop, and some choose to continue moving.

Once you feel too much distress, sometimes you tend to forget everything especially those painful times in your life... wishing that through losing your memory, you'll be numb and there'll be no more pain anymore.

Nice job :)

[Kristin Lee]

Thank you for reading and for the review. I agree with you. We are all in different stages of life. That's what makes us all works of art.

[Jack...]

We may all be horses on the same carousel, but we are all unique. Very cool Kristin.

[rhythm&blues]

Yes definitely feel like that horse spinning around some days, very clever write.

[icelandicblue]

We’re all horses on the same carousel

That we are, and some of us move and some of us stand still. I really love this poem, time doesn't heal all wounds but sometimes it does seem to soften the jagged edges.

[Kristin Lee]

Thank you, that it does. I always hated hearing that, "just give it time." Time doesn't heal everything. I have to to put in just as much work.

[B-poet]

A written testament to the variances of what this life has to offer for everyone. A very well written display of eloquence at its best. Great write. :)

[Kristin Lee]

Wow, thank you very much.

[Chris]

Time gives us selective memories - even of events that DIDN'T take place.

[Kristin Lee]

I've seen that happen too :)

[Rita L. Sev]

Life gives us all the tough stuff, and that memory loss is a gift. I like the carousel metaphor - nicely done.

[Kristin Lee]

Thank you very much, and I tend to agree...sometimes forgetting is the gift unforseen.

[Raven Cedrone]

I am stunned by the beauty of this piece. We truly are God's masterpieces on display, some of us having more 'edge' than others in the display. Your word choices astound me in this piece. You had the perfect word in the perfect place for the piece to come together in total completeness. Well done!

~Raven

[Kristin Lee]

Thank you very much for the kind review :)

[Sami Khalil]

"Wandering thoughts seldom invoke peace,
an inner balance I must seek.
Most wounds will heal
under the sacred hands of time;"
Scars can lock us behind bars or make us in freedom stars. The will to cope and survive is part and parcel of us beings...A very good write...:)

[Kristin Lee]

This I know all too well :) It's both a blessing and a curse that I have this ability to block out the past. It's a coping mechanism I subconciously developed as a kid thats similar to selective amnesia. But even with that the scars and underlying emotions remain even if the images are locked behind bars. Thus my need/ability to write :)

[Sami Khalil]

Thank you for sharing . Have a great one...:)

[Angi]

Every single cut makes us into who we are today. I wouldn't change a thing, either, Kristin! ..Even the cuts that needed stitches.

[Kristin Lee]

A life of no regrets, that's my motto :)