The Rose-Wounds of the Moon

The Rose-Wounds of the Moon

A Poem by Julianna Marie

We could hear their voices,
but not their language.
We could see their faces,
but not their expression.
We could taste their rhyme,
but not their reason.
We could feel their absence,
but not our own.

The rose on the floor
of the mind of our loss
began to go into labor,
bringing forth the thorns on the floor
or the loss of our mind,
leaving our opulence
pulmonary and full of petals.

They called out by the
rubbing of cricket's legs,
but I can not raise my voice
to sing with them
anymore.
I can not
raise
my voice
to sing.

There was a time in which we were safe,
There was a time in which we were wolves,
and we could howl
when we couldn't raise our voices to sing.
There was a time in which the rose on the floor
was still regarded as beautiful.
There was a time in which
we felt
SAFE!

We were waiting to be born
from our own punctured wombs,
We were waiting to find ourselves
amongst packs of our own,
We were waiting,
and we have shattered waiting--
Leaving us pulmonary and full of petals.

They called out to us by the
cracking of aging branches,
but I can not sing
with them
anymore.

...JUST AS THE DEAD NEVER WALK,
NOT EVEN IN DEATH,
THE POET NEVER SINGS,
NOT EVEN IN POEMS!

THERE WAS A TIME IN WHICH WE
FELT SAFE,
BONDED TOGETHER
AND HOWLING
at the rose-wounds
of the moon.


© 2011 Julianna Marie



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Hey this is really food, i loved this so emotional and well written.

Posted 6 Years Ago


You have js won yourself a fan. I enjoyed the journey thru the doors imprisoned in time's memory and the symbolism's just sublime.You have js won yourself a fan. I enjoyed the journey thru the doors imprisoned in time's memory and the symbolism's just sublime.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Julianna Marie
Julianna Marie

Seattle, WA



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I'm a 21 year old girl living in Seattle, student/poet/barista. I believe in art, poetry, psychology, and music-- I don't think its safe to believe in much else. more..

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