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Stains

There’s no tears shed on this ground
That hasn’t been there before
Or blood
That hasn’t carelessly been spilt
All things are taken
Stored
Remembered
Soaked in
Dried and looked over
Much like the presence
Of some distinct pain
Of the weariness of what is being offered

Release

All tangible and real
All misunderstood
Shed and grown back again
Like a second skin
The one that takes in the dirt
And leaves you clean
And unaware

You are the spasm this world pushed forth

Rub against a forgotten particle
Your soul, grazing flesh
And suddenly
Things tensen
And you remember how easily it was
To let things go
To let them sink in before they’re looked over.

You walk on eggshells
Half afraid you’ll feel yourself again
Or touch a spot on the ground that forces rememberance
(was this a touch? Or)
How it was to bleed for the things you
Wanted

Or

How it was to truly be lonely
Or to break and to feel something.

You’re taking the world back into you
The inkwell, the stain the imperfection
And borrowing broken pieces like a living breathing lie

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Comments

  • Lisa  Jewell
    Lisa Jewellover 4 years ago

    Sublime writing,
    You have a way of mixing your ink into my middle layer…
    There are many lines in this piece that pop, too many to quote. Sometimes I feel as though I’m climbing a mountain of dried blood..
    xxx

  • Wow, thank you so much Lisa. We’re all climbing mountains…just don’t know when the top will ever be reached. Thank you once again.

    – lolowe

  • linaji
    linajiover 4 years ago

    Ohhh what Lisa said.. you penetrate something that wants to be stained to perfection with you talent and thoughts.. really great Ms. L!

  • Linaji you are so wonderful. Thank you very much! :)

    – lolowe

  • Tomi10
    Tomi10over 4 years ago

    To feel again against the pain of past but without the hurt. To see the stains of the past but never to step back into them…. that would be something wonderful. great writing LL

  • Thank you Thomas..I’m afraid such things aren’t possible..no matter what..we find those parts of ourselves in everything…we’re the type to shed and pick up all the we leave behind.

    – lolowe

  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestover 4 years ago

    Oh….this is a stands out with the birthing pains of the imperfection of life is and will always be to some extent….I felt it was seeing the truth of this and knowing this takes away the pain of our imperfections…we own our stains and they are not so ugly…the process of birth is in itself beautiful and rather a messy affair but the miracle of life is what is remembered more so….
    Really beautifully scripted prose…xx

  • Thank you so much Arcadia..I wanted people to see the imperfections, to know that there are things we want and forget and leave behind, but ultimately that we each do this in our own way. Your comment was simply beautiful.

    – lolowe

  • Greta  McLaughlin
    Greta McLaughlinover 4 years ago

  • Thank you so much Greta for this feature. I’m incredibly grateful!

    – lolowe

  • Sally Omar
    Sally Omarover 4 years ago

    Excellent write!!!!! xoxoxo

  • Sally thank you so much!

    – lolowe

  • Trenchtownrock
    Trenchtownrockover 4 years ago

    I am ging to read this over and over again because it speaks to me loudly..sometimes the world spit its venom and the retreat is safe…the stains..the imperfection that breathes in my walk daily..I feel this Lorna..such a brilliant writer you are..

  • Thank you so much. I wanted it to speak to people and I’m so happy that you felt this poem. Sometimes the world can be cruel yes, and sometimes it’s just better to forget the way it affects us..but there’s something…hopeful in the human spirit and our ability to feel and to at times..even forgive.

    – lolowe

  • Gregory John O'Flaherty
    Gregory John O...over 4 years ago

    Enjoyed that. Loved the last line…. saw me there…

  • Thank you Gregory, that’s a huge comment coming from you!

    – lolowe

  • Kelelina
    Kelelinaover 4 years ago


    “You walk on eggshells
    Half afraid you’ll feel yourself again!”
    Beautiful, heartfelt poetry!!!!!!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxo congrats on your feature hon! :) :)

  • Kensoi
    Kensoiover 4 years ago

    Congrats Lolowe. Really Enjoyed Reading This.

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