grapes of wrath

Chilling, Jordan. Powerful writing once again. The ending blew me away.

‘maybe if i sell it
i can buy a new life’
made me cry. xx

Intense.

skin
which blossoms blue
and purple
like summer fields
after long-awaited rain

that’s heart-rending

I can feel your words imprinted on my heart. However, although I love the imagery of this following stanza, I find it contradictory. Was it intended?

the memory of your hands
is burnt into
my skin
which blossoms blue
and purple
like summer fields
after long-awaited rain

The contradiction is that, at least for me, I find summer fields after long-awaited rain to be gorgeous, and full of life, not sad and angry like the black and blue imprints of violence. Am I missing something?
I rea

I don’t know what “I rea” is. I must have hit a few extra keys. Sorry about that.

Oh my…..

extremely well written….a subject matter that requires as much focus as possible….

Transforming the victim into victorious…..this is what reading this was all about for me. I have been fortunate not to have the hands of violence in my life…..but see it in the world around me, have known people that this has not been their story. The words you have carefully laid out here….speak with heart and wisdom. Really quite beautiful….I know a strange word to equate with the ugly subject matter…..XX

I came to the end of this poem, and just said “woah”, you’re an incrediable writer, this part especially “finger prints inked
into my flesh
red grapes of wrath
like hot rubies
splash the off-white carpet
with scarlet droplets“
so intense, unique images arose out of this.. makes me want to read more!!

Great writing:)

strong words….very nice..

i am tattooed with your anger
finger prints inked
into my flesh
red grapes of wrath
like hot rubies
splash the off-white carpet
with scarlet droplets
like
a jackson pollock painting
maybe if i sell it
i can buy a new life

fantastic stanza. great capture of emotion.

maybe if i sell it
i can buy a new life....This was like a heavy punch in the chest, I lost my breath.
I think they’re the most emotionally powerful words you’ve ever written, or that I’ve ever read. Felt every word of it.
This entire poem is just…..I can’t even explain what it made me feel. Words fail me. Je suis desolee, mon ami XX

I can’t find words.
You’re so incredible. I cannot wait for you to write more.

oh yeah, this is good, more than good. (my fav is the rubies of course), but the emotion is there, elucidate.

you are very good at bring the feeling back to a person wow wow wow i love it because i can feel the pyn

Powerful! you make a person feel your pain with this writing

for the minute we read this piece, we can see through your eyes.
immensely powerful
well done!!

This is superb! the emotions are so strong, I ache after reading this, both physicaly and emotionally. The images you convey are so beautiful and vivid, it makes the whole thing so much more real. I like the fact that you’ve used things such as rubies and jackon pollock in this, things of great value, to me it suggests that we’ve come to accept violence, and almost applaud it (as gangs etc. tend to do), and your defiance speaks with the suggestion of buy[ing] a new life; to me that really tells of the lengths someone would be willing to go to in an effort to escape the awful suffering. Perhaps I’m reading too much into this??

A very sad and tragic subject – well written -