Maelstrom

Is there not a sort of blood shed when the conscience is wounded? Through this wound a man's real manhood and immortality flow out, and he bleeds to an everlasting death. - Thoreau

whirling

swirling

curling

hurling

caught in a maniacal storm

i can feel your drenching tears

running through my fingers

tangled in your tempestuous hair

along with the blood dripping from the insane cuts on your arms

i'm there for you

i'm there

no matter where

i'm there

Author's Note

"We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones. Any nobleness begins at once to refine a man's features, any meanness or sensuality to imbrute them." - Thoreau

Reviews

[lightsong]

Only a true man with true virtue will feel that wound and its huge burden, will bleed through it, will have that Warrior's soul to fight the consequences of its storm inside him, the regrets and guilt to understand and accept everything comes for a reason, and then grow from it. Your voice here more of a God's one speaking to his Warriors on earth, specially I felt this in your last deeply moving fourth lines. You never fail to delight me when I read You, and I don't say that often, your poetry richens the world and deserves more attention. some really touching lines that gripped my heart. another completely amazing piece.