Wound

 The varnish has worn away from where my foot steps fell

In life's battle for grace I have wounded her too deeply 

Savage scars mar what once was infant skin

Time only retraces its steps, in the mind

where it travels as hands of a clock

always returning to where it begins

Here love, now myth comes to die

in its perpetual whirlwind of circling vultures

Its bones picked by fouls of carrion

Stench of once sweet, now rotting meat

draws me near the drone of flies

that suck the marrow out of seductive hunger for all but scavengers

Now but shadows cast

they too shall fade as memory's remains, swept by sun

into piles of darkness await broom's bristled rays

to clear away caressing cobwebs, the kiss of night

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

sorry i've been kind of on and off. i have been quite busy but i will try to catch up to you.
this one has all the features we know and love of Soren. it is dark, gruesome yet deeply philosophical. it's impossible to get through life unscathed - some manage better than others, but there are Wounds waiting for us all. that time of innocence 'what once was infant skin' seems like a faraway memory. and here, in an interesting twist 'I' the first person persona claims responsibility for dealing the blow. that is a stygian twist, but one that's brutally honest: we are more often than not the perpetrators rather than the victimns.

[Soren]

Once again so astute. You have amazing perceptive powers my friend. Your words are again deeply appreciated and I can see why with such sensitivity that your poems are as good as they are. I hope to read more soon.

[Betty Hermelee]

What once was in the reality of love, is no more...the footprint has disappeared, now only a shadow...the bones picked..."the stench of once sweet, now rotting meat"...."here love, now myth comes to die...everything fades away except memory remains..... a complex piece with life, death, and time
Warmly, B

[Soren]

Thank you so much Betty for the read and deep look into the meaning of this poem. It is most appreciated

[Betty Hermelee]

You are very welcome Soren, always love your writing
Warmly, B

[John the Baptist]

The past is a place that no longer exists. What we did then was determined by our consciousness at that point. Hopefully, we have grown beyond that.

[Soren]

Thank you John for the read and insightful comment it is most appreciated