Imprisoned
to the depths
of turbid waters
long submerged
is the weight of
a bruised heart
its flesh marred
by the beating
of a tide’s unrest.
Numbed
are her fists upon
splintered walls
the scarlet flow
of secrets divulged
onto a tapestry-
a living portrait
unveiled
for all to see.
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the darker side of art.
Yes, indeed…
Dear Dr. Phoebe,
Heart rendering poem. Well done!
Did you paint the painting above your poem?
Sincerely,
Richard
Thanks, Richard. The art is a digitally altered version of a photographed painting. 😊
This is amazing
Thank you kindly. 😊
You’re welcome!
A little disturbing, which the “poppy impression/human profile” accentuates rather well, but sadly makes a statement of our realities. Well done Phoebe. 🙂
Thank you, Colin. I agree this one is a little sad…
Two L’s…………..
Like it!
Lost in the writing!
My comprehension factor is AWOL. 🙂
😊 😊