…I have woven a parachute out of
everything broken: my scars
are my shield. William Stafford
A
scar is
my newest
recreation. A
bolder sinew: hewn of marriage,
joined with weapon’s tender touch on subtle ground held strong.
Scars
Scars
are new creations:
sinews
touching tender ground.
Apr 23, 2013 @ 10:40:43
Really impressive how many wonderful words you packed into such a short poem, Jeanne. I love each word choice.