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Just Blemished
by Timothy WilsonSorrow was the first thing behind my morning yawn
Pieces of finger nails I pulled from my skin
She rolled over and drooled on my shoulder
I arose into the morning streets no one else was awake
The clouds so heavy lay low in the sky
The air was damp and god felt my sorrow
And so on and so forth
Back to bed, no longer saddened just aware
Just blemished
01/09/2011 Posted on 01/10/2011
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 01/10/11 at 02:17 AM like the opening line! :) |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 01/10/11 at 06:54 AM Beautiful - haunting and exquisitely performed - many lines shine in so brief a piece - but a line such as "god felt my sorrow" is immortal. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/13/11 at 08:34 PM "sorrow" = "fingernails pulled from my skin" leaves an indelible impression for sure!!! I like the language here! |
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