the scar…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

much too proud
to admit
to the pain
as the sled
sped under
the barbwire
ripping away
a layer of jeans
and flesh
so young then
still believing
one should be
a stoic martyr
showing no fear
while coursing
down the hill
under the fence
onto the frozen pond
the cold numbing
the wound
the blood
thus concealing
the extent
of the injury
from others
retreating home
as darkness fell
in solitude
tending to the wound
will not see
the scar
nor need
to know
of the pain
truly felt
a lesson
to handle

slave auction…


stripped naked
every flaw
was revealed
every scar
of promises
not kept
every mark left
by history’s lash
was open for
by the buyer
but the flaws
of the buyer
were not revealed
like the history
of a country
whose own flesh
remains cloaked
in a myth
of freedom

spring ritual….

oh how spring
brings forth from poets
a multitude of verses
a never-ending array
of love lost
and then regained
friendship betrayed
and then forgiven
like an army of prodigal sons
birth and rebirth
more flowers than in a monet painting
colorful rituals of every sort
say but one
removal of the christmas training wheels
although not practiced everywhere
it is one which these poets have forgotten
and like all rituals it has its steps
first to ride upon the softest grass
assuring no injury to the child
leaving only injured ants in its wake
no unexploded ordinances here
unlike the fields in vietnam
next moving to the cruel street
father racing beside his child
legs pumping and out of breath
protecting his child from his past pain
like a parent in beirut, afghanistan, iran
or east la
where learning to ride is not an option
finally at the child’s insistence
the father is banned to the bay window
watching his child challenge the world alone
with coffee cup in hand
still running beside his child
and with his first fall
the first scars upon his heart
as the child continues to confront the world
the father cannot end his virtual race
and with each fall
another scar

Poem inspired by comments from Mirella McCraken