I am Dewey Decimal

I have cataloged my scars
like my body is a library

To be read through and
learned from

I have told my secrets
through loves ink
painted them
on my skin
with watercolor
defiance

And writers
we sometimes
write about
our scars
in riddles
layers
upon
layers
of thought

Care for them
like flowers growing
on the war-lands
of our bodies

Worthy

We give them faces
We give them names
We give them gravestones

I have wrists that roar
and I will be damned
if I don’t let
the poetry
in me
run free
and wild

By Samantha Campbell Pruitt

Author's Note

Not sure about the title, If you do not know what the Dewey Decimal system is google it lol Im to lazy and tired to explain

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

Chuckling at your note - my mother has worked in libraries for 30 years - I better know the Dewey! :)

I like the analogy here, the idea that our scars each tell a different story. Great flow and powerful message - worthy of being classified in the 800s for sure... ;)

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

Much Thanks

[Vikrantsingh]

Great Work and Yes this is wonderfully executed dearie :)
- Singh :)

[Coyote Poetry]

"I have wrists that roar
and I will be damned
if I don’t let
the poetry
in me
run free
and wild"
The above lines are the reasons we write. We need to be free and wild in words and in imagination. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Will]

I like the title. It's appropriate and witty. That said, the poem is powerful and thought provoking. I like what you've done, and it made me consider my writing and how others write. Nicely done.

[Koibito "Nickie" Kitsuy..]

I like how you took something from history and placed the content of that historical event in a poem. It is wonderfully done. :)

[Mike Cole]

Very good poem and you imagery was spot on as well as descriptive it was a good read and you should definitely keep writing!

[Ravyne Hawke]

This is a powerful poem, Samantha. Your images are raw and bleeding across the screen. I love that scars are the theme of this and you personify them with these lines:

We give them faces
We give them names
We give them gravestones

Indeed we do.. we know each scar by name and circumstance. I also love the ending. Such a rich image! Wrists that roar and giving freedom to poetry. Absolutely stunning work here!

[Sami Khalil]

"We give them faces
We give them names
We give them gravestones'
Wow. A nice poem. I like the idea of giving scars faces , names and gravestones...:)