The Scar

The kiss on the cheek
planted swift, turns
to thorny scratch, burns
long and thin, drips

red on black dirt.
Fragile petals live a breath
away, a thin vein from death.
Roses keep distant

from drawn swords nearby,
ready to impale petal-skin.
Myth says to win
is to pluck stems of

delicate short-lived beauty,
for arrangements in a vase;
that fragrance may erase
the scent of love’s demise.

But watch when red drips:
seeds burst anew,
emit ethereal perfume,
into wild, vibrant, hybrid,

red blooms! Are you a rose?
Are you a thorn?
Or one scratched in scorn
by deceiver’s kiss?

Show me your scar.


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23 Responses to The Scar

  1. brian says:

    i have several actually…each earned but…i think they add character…fine bit of word play here and the imagery flows from one to the next really well…that question you end on is the one that haunts when next you pull your heart from your chest…

    • waysidewordgarden says:

      Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, about the scars… but they do add character, you are right… Thanks for your kinds words!

  2. Can’t be a beautiful rose, without the thorns to protect it as it grows. You have said it so much more eloquently than I have. Thanks for visiting me and the lovely comment, too.

    • waysidewordgarden says:

      You make a good point, a beautiful rose is protected by thorns. Thank you so much for the kind comment!!

  3. Tom Eliot says:

    A fine call for intimacy and a sacred sharing of wounds in order to help the healing.

    nice write

  4. Joanne Elliott aka soulsprite says:

    Great lines and great sound in them.
    “Fragile petals live a breath
    away, a thin vein from death.”

  5. Joanne Elliott aka soulsprite says:

    Like these lines and their sound:

    “Fragile petals live a breath
    away, a thin vein from death.”

  6. hedgewitch says:

    Often have felt like Morticia Adams, left holding a handful of thorny stems, nicely cleaned of those pesky petals. Scars show the organism lived through the wound, I guess.

    • waysidewordgarden says:

      Ha, Morticia Adams, holding thorns “nicely cleaned of those pesky petals”! Thanks for the smile there. 🙂 You are right, the scars bear proof! Thank you for commenting!

  7. Mama Zen says:

    “Fragile petals live a breath
    away, a thin vein from death.”

    That’s lovely.

  8. Sheila Moore says:

    I enjoyed many lines in this but this visual popped out at me the most = drips red on black dirt, (and again) red drips… Something about that really strikes me – I guess because from the bleeding wound comes the scar.

    • waysidewordgarden says:

      I did repeat the line again… I struggled with that part, knowing I had to reference back to the beginning stanza. But, yes, it is exactly what I was thinking– that the scar comes from that bleeding wound. Thank you for reading and commenting and glad you enjoyed it!

  9. I love both the sustained argument and the unusual rhyme scheme. Also the running on from one verse to the next.

    • waysidewordgarden says:

      Thank you; in working out this poem, the rhyme scheme idea came through, as I found some phrases that seemed to lend themselves to rhyming this way. Glad you liked it; thank you so much!

  10. wolfsrosebud says:

    Wonderful question you’ve asked.

  11. C Rose says:

    Composed with such a great flow, you have done wonderful things with this piece. Imagery was beautiful and it lingers in thought. Great work! ~ Rose

  12. Poetic Soul says:

    Scars, whats life without getting a few along the way

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