Blemishes [Day 44½]

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Blemishes

Dark streaks are only stains
when seen with a harsh eye.
When I gaze at them gently,
I see only stories.

Each scar screams laughter,
an ideograph of stumbles
through fields and jungles,
rubber black scuffs
on the forehead of an empath.
Skirmishes out back in the yard
with friends and foes both
where the tousled future
foreshadows itself.

Dark alleys and even darker streets.
Music cases for keyboards and trombones
get beat up easily; their bruises speak
of lonesome nights
and even lonelier afternoons.

Tire marks on pavement,
apartments with peeling paint.
Furrowed brows, birth marks,
scars—the beacons of pain
and lessons partly learned.

The universe gets lazy sometimes
and I read its chicken-scratch
on all the things
that get banged up.


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by @d-pend
4/19/18

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There’s a peculiar melody in this piece. As I read it aloud, I heard a singing trochee going into anapests at some points. It was nice, @d-pend. Thanks for sharing.
Loved the little twist in tone at the end, but my favorite device in this piece is the correlative in the third stanza:

Dark alleys and even darker streets.
Music cases for keyboards and trombones
get beat up easily; their bruises speak
of lonesome nights
and even lonelier afternoons.

It works out in my memory. I get scenes presenting us with troubled people... resentment hidden behind partying, nightclubs, cheap casinos, etc…
Tough, yet beautiful.

This is heart-moving @d-pend. Sometimes the blemishes make me embarrassed or ashamed but they are really stories the universe creates. Twenty years ago I spent 2 days scraping lose paint and then sanding the finish in rooms in the house. The result was it peels again. I begin to appreciate the blemishes and birthmarks too. These were the inheritance to Jacob the spotted and the speckled. I see the spots and speckles easily through the eyes of my teenage son:)

Universe is lazy? Hm, or our inner being is vibrating in that way that sometimes everything looks so bad and with so many flaws. :)

I like how you express different kind of feelings through your poems, always something new. Not so easy for an artist. Congratulation for that.

Namaste.

I've been told before that my sarcasm is too subtle to be noticed. Of course the universe isn't really lazy, but humans have a habit of anthropomorphizing everything :-)

Thank you for the comment and the kind words @mandalaflower. I enjoy your insights. And yes, I try my best to provide a variety of different themes in my poems. Life is an expansive journey! In the synthesizing of its many facets, we "put the puzzle back together" to see everything in its original state, completely unbroken and whole.

Your sarcasm is so obvious to me because I realised long back you are awaken human being, but I couldn't express my clarity in message I guess, I thought smiley would be enough haha, my bad, as I wanted actually to express I got it through expressing my sarcasm, if you get what I mean. :)
I feel you are genuine, that makes me to go back to your poems apart of your creativity.

Life goes on like a battle field, The blemishes and scars are a proof that you fought through, survived and came out victorious.
Very deep and beautifully expressed.

A room with dimples in the door and some pieces of ruined tiles, infinity of hypothesis we could highlight, but if an expression of fear appears in the window.

I really like your poetry and that way of making us delve and interpret in an individual way.

Deep lines from the sire.

I love this part the most

The universe gets lazy sometimes
and I read its chicken-scratch
on all the things
that get banged up.

It's so verbatim of what a blemish is, deeprooted in an image of what the world offfers. I wonder how you pick the words perfectly.

Nice input. I loved it.

Hey bud, thank you so much for the input and I'm glad you enjoyed my somewhat tongue-in-cheek ending. Have a great day @mrbreeziewrites!

Always a pleasure!

You too. Best Regards

WOW!

Dark streaks are only stains
when seen with a harsh eye.
When I gaze at them gently,
I see only stories.

Everything about life based on perspective. I read a story of two prisoners who looked out from the confines... One saw mud, the other saw companies and big refineries.

When we look on the realities of life, what ever we see is what we want to see.

Thanks for sharing sir @d-pend

The universe gets lazy sometimes
and I read its chicken-scratch
on all the things
that get banged up.

Well how 'bout that:) That which gets no attention decays. Always true. Superb writing, Daniel:)

Battle back in the yard with good friends and enemies in which a tangled future predicts itself.

this is a criterion that must be instilled in each of our younger generations for the future. We do not know how tomorrow, all we can do is do our best and be happy today
There is a measure of their life from the days and years. Others with heart rate, passion and tears. But the true size under the sun is what we have done in life for others
@d-pend I am very motivated to be like you. I love to write and I also write on my blog about WHEN FREEDOM OF SPEECH(inviting everyone to achieve freedom in prospect honest and fair) if you do not mind visiting for a little advice about me writing. I hope many people are motivated by you, @d'pend and my prayers are always accompanying Thanks for this @d-pend
LOVE PEACE

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