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.

[jesserose99]

argh...I was trying to review you and it kicked me off. I was saying how delightful your piece was because it makes me appreciate my own bruises, something that goes otherwise unnoticed. Lovely!!

[A hare off]

Perfectly disguise fun read this afternoon. Caught me off guard. Extremely creative and the descriptive phrasing is right one the mark.

[David Scott]

I love this!
What a healthy attitude toward the lessons of life.
How many times do we complain and whine about our blemishes?
To think of these moments as flowers blossoming in the garden of our live in empowering psychology. Then to extend it to remembering the energy and fun rather than the pain.
This is special!

[Alias]

Thank-you! very kind review, I'm glad you see the beauty and the fun side of them :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Bruises are what you stated in the poetry. Scars made from fun activities are reminders we had some fun. I like the description of the bruises and the ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Archos]

I expected this to be another depressive poem. Nice twist! And great poem!

[Alias]

thank-you, that was the idea :) glad you got it not everyone did x

[McBear]

I loved how you refrenced blooms as brusies. Very interesting.

[terry smith]

cool poem!!! going in my library...

[SariahM]

Oh... *sigh* so good! I love it! keep up the good work!

[Alias]

Thank-you so much :)

[SariahM]

no problem! I'll go review your others!

[Alias]

That would be great I appreciate it! x

[SariahM]

:D no problem!

[Willard Wells]

Well the question remains if we have made excuses or if someone else is giving you bruises. Hopefully it was just a drunken fall and not a drunken push that made the bruise.

Whichever the case it may be time to re-evaluate life and relationship.

If just words to a poem from imagination well done also. Peace out.

[Alias]

No excuses, this isn't about relationships. This is about youth, and the invincibility of it, we fall and fumble but the bruises fade, and while they remain they are still happy things. 'We' does not refer to a partner, abusive or otherwise, it refers to close and lifelong friends.
Thanks for your review :)

[Willard Wells]

I try not to read the negative into pieces, but with all the abuse, it seems to be the first thing that pops in my head. I had and still have on occasion bruises from too much silly fun. Nice work.

[Skye]

Somehow, it reminds me of someone breaking free from the cycle of domestic abuse. Though there was pain, there was also love, and it's hard to let that go.
'before the clotted blooms die out
they are happy reminders,
of drunken tumbles,
passionate fumbles,
and clumsy accidents we laughed about'
The ending is very solid. Wonderful poem.

[Alias]

it's not what I had in mind, but I like it. It's yours to interpret and I really like that angle :)