Thursday, May 25, 2006

disorders of the verse kind

bless the words
that come easy
like breathing

one

after

another

i've heard, it can be like that.



for me, the words are found
by picking at my scabs.
a nasty hidden obsession
that bleeds and threatens infection.

3 comments:

QUASAR9 said...

Love the first half, hope the second half is a 'metaphor' - though sometimes you need the one to fully appreciate the other


You know infections can become sceptic. And some infections can even 'kill' the Soul, that is just something too precious to kill.

Keep on flowing!

Laters ... Q

Sherry Pasquarello said...

hi, thank you for commenting. comments help me and it's nice to know someone new is reading.

yes, the 2nd part is a metaphor.
some poets , well the words flow easy. they take the time to edit, but most times, it's not a real struggle. i sometimes have a few that sort of, write themselves. in those cases i go with the "first thought, best thought." idea. most times, it can make me pace the floors. i know people and i have as well, that will spend ages on just one word or line. taking things out, puting them back, changing 1 word over and over.
my spirit, well, that's a bit battered, but it doesn't give up easily. : )

QUASAR9 said...

I saw your spirit glowing in the post when you were talking about your 'grandchild'

The joy just flowed out of the page. Well I should say screen.

Have I ever been
Have I ever been mean
Have I ever seen
Have I ever been seen

Keep on playing with words!

Laters ... Q