Veins

blue lines tickling up your arms 
down through your hands to your fingers
not always noticeable but there they linger
when your adrenaline begins to rush
and all your thoughts finally flush 
at that moment you will see
these veins emerge, while your blood is getting ready to flee
these moments purely physical 
sprinkled with bits of emotion
like the instance you fell off your bike
on that time you went on your most memorable hike
or when you built that tree house with your dad
the summer right before he made you so mad
or the time you ran that marathon, a life long dream perhaps
but if you tried again today you’d probably collapse

all these moments your veins showing without you even knowing
these memories bring back emotions 
but the feelings didn’t cause the veins 
the veins caused these sentiments which you can recall
but sometimes life gets jumbled, forgetting how to function
the rules get shaken up and it leads to a change of pace 
it’s only if you’re lucky that you get to experience this 
and not by winning some race

these moments become purely emotional 
rained on by the physical world 
it’s only if you’re lucky that you get caught up in the storm 
it’s times when you are so in love with another
that your veins begin to show
one glance and there they are just out there on display 
sometimes even when you want them to, they just won’t go away
these veins flow blood all throughout the body
all coming from one place 
your heart hard at work, just pumping away 
such a beautiful sight to see, is all i have to say 
your heart is flowing fast enough to make your blue lines show
no physical activity must even be involved
just a human who you love that’ll make your veins evolve

Author's Note

is it hard to understand?

Reviews

[Richard Guimond]

no not at all life force flowing racing as a tide in and out of your heart highway then secret capillary secret path .... in the landscape of your flesh....

[Coyote Poetry]

I believe I understand the poem.
"it’s only if you’re lucky that you get caught up in the storm
it’s times when you are so in love with another
that your veins begin to show"
Heart, the blood flow and veins. Few people see inside us. Sort of sad. Blood and veins. Hard to come alive and seek joy. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote