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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Phoebe, you never cease to awe me with your words. Powerful imagery. I feel her.
That means so much to me, thank you, Nancy. 😊
My pleasure! <3
Beautiful indeed!
Thank you kindly! 😊
most welcome 🙂
Brilliant poetry:)
Thank you kindly. 😊
A delight is to read your verses. A very good poem.
Thank you kindly. 😊
Oh the heart’s canvas is always colorful…..sometimes RED with passion or even anger….sometimes pastel with happiness…..or black/grey in depression. We are a living canvas. Beautiful poem Phoebe.
Pam
Beautifully said, Pam. Hugs! 😊