Sunday, July 19, 2009

No remedy

If this love for you was a bruise, aching
there would be such relief
cool, sweet relief
seeing it fade.
A slap,

a tap,
a pinch that would hurt just so,
bleed dark blossoms under smooth skin

raised rough, a tender spot
probed with a finger for a little
fading to the yellow
and green of crushed fruit
under a tropical heel, a Jamaican heel
square, confident and matronly
working its way purely
from memory
down the old stone sidewalk.

If this love for you was a bruise, tomorrow
or the next day, maybe
it would be gone.

Rachel Westfall
July 19, 2009


Michelle Johnson said...

another beautiful write, Rachel. have a great day.

LORENZO said...

This one sounds very "song like". It tells the story, but enables the reader to apply it's meaning to their personal past experiences. We all got someone...All the best, LL

Char said...

That was so nice, Rachel. I know that feeling well.

Linda S. Socha said...

Beautiful Rachael. You have a lovely talent and an ability to write for the reader to relate to what is at hand

Rikkij said...

Rach- this played like a song to me. Love the word bruise in poetry. It says so much. I like anything that plays with "if" nice. ~rick

Cat said...

Rachel impressive work - It is as if I know where this came from...

namingconstellations said...

Splendid! The mix of images and sounds really brings it to life, imho.

nollyposh said...

Yes exquisite and sadly beautiful x

RachelW said...

Michelle, thanks. The same to you.

Lorenzo, hmm, I'm glad it worked so broadly.

Char, thanks; too bad the feeling is all too familiar.

Linda, you are so kind :)

Rick, interesting you say song, too. I hadn't heard it that way when I wrote it, but there must be something that snuck in there.

Cat, yes, I expect you do. And thanks.

Joseph, cool! Thanks. You compelled me to go back and read it again to see. It's one of those pieces that I don't feel like I really own.

Nolly, thank you.

Cherie/ Butterfly Dreamer said...

Rachel ~ this one resonated within me. Loved it.

Woman in a Window said...

Rachel, I love it as I would a wounded bird. I'd get a kleenex box and place it so, hold it to my ear, whisper it back. I'm sorry for bruises and yet, who can help it? Gorgeous you~


Karen said...

Love the sound, structure, and meaning -- the whole package of this one!

Crafty Green Poet said...

beautiful descriptions in there,