Riddle#26 Scars

…I have woven a parachute out of
everything broken: my scars
are my shield. William Stafford

scar is
my newest
recreation. A
bolder sinew: hewn of marriage,
joined with weapon’s tender touch on subtle ground held strong.


are new creations:
touching tender ground.

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Catherine Johnson
    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.


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