First Cut.

First Cut.

A Poem by Paul Bell

She needed the love

Like the stars needed the sky

The trees needed the rain

The passion would come later

Always later

 

She bled, like women do

Sometimes freely

Sometimes not

Just the first cut hurt

It was life

 

She needed the love

Like the fish needed the sea

The sun needed the moon

The passion would come later

Always later

 

She bled, like women do

Small droplets at first

Only blood

Just the first cut hurt

It was life

 

She needed the love

It was life

Just the first cut hurt

The passion would come later

Always later.

© 2016 Paul Bell


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First cut can be anything even something sweet and beautiful. Calling for love is always powerful. Enjoyed this one.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Paul Bell

6 Years Ago

If it leads to love, great.
If not. It will definitely lead to pain.
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6 Years Ago

Yes you can always find right way by trying.
Paul Bell,
"First Cut"
Are we looking? Are we paying attention? Those among us who are not noticed but they know! Love is so big and is meant to be wonderful and safe. It can also be so shattered, so confusing for many .You did a very good job with this writing.
Kids are so vulnerable to how they are treated, or not treated. Home can be a place of nurture or a place of silence, neglect, abuse and a place to escape.
I don't pretend to know all I wish I could but I do know that your poem really speaks volumes.
Life is in the blood; it is the very issue of life. When things have been out of control, particularly girls will take control by bringing forth their own blood and in doing so slice into their own life.
Your poem was beautiful in its truth and in its message. We must be on the alert for those vulnerable ones among us and try to intervene to their betterment, to their protection from harm.
Bless you much.
Kathy

Posted 6 Years Ago


Paul Bell

6 Years Ago

Sorry i didn't get back to you Kathy.
Yeah, it's the ultimate minefield.
It must be th.. read more
Beautiful, I felt every word

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Thanks wesecret12.
And many do with no passion felt at all. Valentine

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Afraid so.
The words match perfectly and I liked all the comparisons. Some how, for such a simple story, I was really astonished a felt like the words meant something really deep.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Thanks, lovePoetry
I love the blend of words and the way this poem takes one within itself! Amazing!

Posted 7 Years Ago


reads like a song,a top ten

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Quite like the relaxed way of this place.
definitely enters the question of choice...
when this is expressed we empathize with the cutter-
which is what we need to do
hardest choice in the world for the stars to leave the sky...
but miracles can happen.


Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Thanks Bacchus. Love can be brutal.
i absolutely loved the repetition in this piece.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Thanks Lizzie.
Sometimes, people think the two are mutually exclusive. And that is the problem, sometimes, people think.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

You're right.
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