Healing Scars

In a day..

Scars
Scratches on open wounds which can never heal
An unexpected sight leading to an unprepared call
Distances between successive metro stations suddenly large
Impenetrable coffee shops
Unknown people whistle past
An occasional beautiful girl
A known face in an unknown shoe shop
What are the odds?
Apparent ageing
A dingy book shop hidden beneath the basement of a glamorous hotel
Rich with metaphors
And lots to steal from
And enough for a night to forget.

Heal
Unknown pastry shops offer a surprise magical coffee
Assurance of unbought cakes
Nuances of a known man in a sea of unknowns
Shy doctors with deeper issues and selective promises
Rare but common father-son moments
Over a known city, unknown emotions
Translations , better ones in thin wafery books
A phone call desired but never rang
A phone call not desired but somewhat half expected
Also never rang
Old photo albums with overtly defensive captions
Never meaning a damn thing.
Blatant show off, Words of unworthy praise for friend foes
Poems to seal it off
Porn to finally forget.

© Nothing Personal. January 12, 2011.

Reviews

[Meghan Rose]

this has a lovely contrast between scarring and healing, and the imagery placed me in the position of someone trying to get over a relationship or something along those lines. it evokes very well how one is continually haunted by these scars until we start to do something about them. well done.

[OT]

very nice!!! I do envy some of your descriptions haha, Also like the divide of the scars and then the healing!! nice as always, and you're constantly changing your style haha!! nice!!

[Kerry O'Connor]

I like how you created contrast between the scars and the healing process. Intelligent poetry, as always.