Bruises

Bruises

A Poem by Alias

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.

© 2015 Alias


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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.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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A different edge to a multi-bladed knife... but pain still HURTS - intent, accident, or neither.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Chris

8 Years Ago

a true and yet hard question - life experience for some of us is sooooooo varied and we're "marked" .. read more
Alias

8 Years Ago

I agree with you, this poem might be a happy one, but not all my bruises are and I'm always aware of.. read more
Chris

8 Years Ago

I still swim better than a rock and was certified drown-proofed a while back... just sayin.
I like how you set this one up. It could have gone to a very dark place, but you used it to bring about happy memories.

Very good.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This one is beautifully constructed, I love how it flows and it made me smile at the end :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on December 7, 2015
Last Updated on December 8, 2015
Tags: bruises, poetry, rhyme, drunk, passion, friends, laugh, flowers, imagery, reminders, memory

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Alias
Alias

Brighton, United Kingdom



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Poems that come out of my brain. I love to learn from others, so please review and let me know if you want me to read anything of yours, I have a million read requests so if there is a specific p.. more..

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