Sunday, January 13, 2013

Stigmata

I have carved you on my palm,
Burned you on my breast,
Crossed my heart with golden crosses,
Carved you deep into my palm.
I bleed to bear your losses,
Shed my skin for all the rest,
I have carved my palm with you, love,
I have burned you on my breast.

13 comments:

  1. if anything to mark yourself with...love would be the thing...nice intensity to this...

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  2. Them that love are all well scarred.

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  3. The repetition works so well with your theme and gentle expression of an abiding love.

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  4. This poem needs reading out loud (and by YOU would be REALLY cool!) - it's got such a lovely rhythm to it.

    And I recognize that scenario quite well - there's definitely pain and joy in love.

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  5. This has so much passion ~ Love this ~

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  6. The altered repetition is an excellent device in a piece this brief. Without those slight changes, the phrase may have felt cumbersome. In this way, you lightened and accented ideally.

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/01/13/feckless/

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  7. ...and anything less than that, well, it isn't love as i understand it. Another really excellent poem by you.

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