Painter by the bridge:
Life strokes over old canvas,
Betraying old friends.
Tag Archives: pain
Free Speech
The Saudi raised hands
In victory as the flogs
Ripped his flesh apart.
Why does the spying
Of her sharing her heart’s pain
Knife her in that heart?
Betrayal
Underneath the smiles
Lies a heart blown by weather.
She thought you a friend.
Phone Call
Your little sister
Poured the words of pain to you
Hoping you would care.
Jealousy
Is it all because
At fifteen a reckless kiss –
Always imprisoned?
Further Conditions of Alzheimer’s
White mass on your brain
And you, brother, far away.
The pain sears my heart.
Blueberry Wine
Don Prather making blueberry wine – Reno, Nevada – Sunday, 12 May 2013
Blueberry Sunday
Soothes memories long ago
When pain took control.
Otherwise Unknown
Nightmares awaken her
And you comfort and hold her –
She blesses the pain.
Razor
Sharp words, painful prick
Hissing from previous good —
I am deflated.
Fear
Shoulders’ prickly heat;
Empty hand lies on the bed –
No strength to fight pain.
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