Bruises

Purple blossoms flower on my skin.

One by one they die and wither,

Ugly yellow tinged with green,

And settle, unbroken white,

As if they had never been.

 

Before the clotted blooms die out

They are happy reminders,

Of drunken tumbles,

Passionate fumbles,

And clumsy accidents we laughed about.

Reviews

[Relic]

Are you sure you're jut starting out in poetry? My guess is you did some writing long before you joined this site? I like all of this, especially tumbles and fumbles and accidents we laughed about. There's a rhythm to that line that dances along nicely. Excellent writing.

[nocool]

very nice...
:) very nice indeed...
Curious if the drinking and bruises on the knees was an accident HA!

[andrew mitchell]

A fun and clever write to write about bruises and how they came about. A little gem!

[wordman]

an expression of love and laughter

[-inactive now-]

I love this poem, it is one of the most unique ones that I have stumbled across on this site and resonated with me quite well. It is beautifully structured and very pleasant to read.

[Nani Mino]

you are talking about flowers of hurt.very deep feeling.i love it

[Davy]

A lovely little poem about - what many might assume - ti be an un-poetic subject. WELL DONE

[Bharath Mutyala]

I've read a lot of poems today and this is my favorite one among all of them.I am probably the last person you'd ever want to critique on a poem owing to the fact that I know nothing about poetry. But this one makes me reminisce all the times I used to show off my bruises as battle scars to my friends.
The moment I saw the title and the image , I thought this was going to be something dark and would be probably dealing with physical abuse but boy was I wrong! An interesting take and well-written.

Cheers :)


Bharath

[Rose Davis]

Aaaaaaw!!! I love this to bits! As someone who gets bruises for no reason, I am thankful that I will now see bruises like this. I loved the imagery and the way you described them. It's definitely a feel-good poem this one xxx

[Amber Lily]

Bruises can mean many things, bad or funny. But each and every one tells a story about you, and unlike scares these stories can fade. But do the emotions they brought with them? A great piece :)