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2013 We start out as pioneers at adolescence;
scanning the frontier
all pursuing the same dreams, our simple realities seem to say it plain.
Having our bonfires, drinking our jug wine
wearing masks in a local Wal-Mart
seeing each other as pink
vulnerable as we were
mocking the telltale signs that would inevitably unearth our unique
glaring
tense
scarring
truths
Critics see these scars as appropriate, fitting
for my abrasive living..
you cannot even stomach the scent of my path -
skunky, downtrodden hands that offer this keystroke
you never even offer a disposable rag
Saying emphatically that you 'live and let live'
but admonish anybody who sees the world differently than you
In poetic life, a protagonist and an antagonist
exist in stark contrast far too frequently
We are all the protagonists and antagonists
Always have, always will be
the villain and the hero must become accepted
and resolution swallowed..
I don't fault my critics for seeing my scars and leaving...
I fault my critics for not having an interest in
hearing the stories of why and how the scars got there
exquisite..............
as tempting yet dangerous as the wrong kind of mushroom eaten that is if one is not careful. Not to fear though I was careful as I selected and digested this little appetizer you left out for the room to taste. Now, if only I could just locate a small truffle! laughs. All kidding aside, I thoroughly enjoyed this beautifully constructed wise analysis of yours Monsieur Poet.
Scars of Time
I liked your words.I quote from a renowned author from a famous book "Time leaves no face unscarred. But pain,bitterness,loneliness and terror leave crueller marks.." Scars will and must be there Respected DeepBlue.It's a proof that a person has "lived" and not a mere vegetable.(Me and my big mouth) Time for spinach.
©bishu
Thank you Bishu, much
Thank you Bishu, much appreciated