Body Art
Body Art
You see:
I am wreathed in knots and woodgrains
My fingers hinge together
I smell of pine and gluestains
Puppet strings my tethers
You see:
There are willow trees and bluebells
flourishing on my wrists
Spiderwebs and bulletholes
puncturing my fists
You see:
I watch the water run with black
chase down the porcelain
splatter against flawless cracks
seep from ink-logged skin
You see:
My blood beats bluer every day
You see:
I can wash my scars away
*I’m back 
Sorry for the terrible absence, but I promise that I’m back for good this time even if it means that I have to write in the ten minutes I have to myself when I get changed in the morning. *grins* Hope to hear from you all soon…
I actually had no intention of writing this at all. An event triggered it today, though and then I read Chloe’s comment telling me to start writing a few minutes ago and promptly followed orders 
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i know you’ve been mia, hence the nudge the other day *hehe*
those night photographs were taken off a bridge over the freeway (or motor way) what ever you guys call it over there(??)
i never even considered ‘danger’ before taking those photographs or anything (eeek!)
oh boy it’s good to read your words & to know you’re back(!)
beautiful peace
chloe said this on February 25, 2009 at 8:04 am
Its about time!!!!!
Dont ever split like that again!!!! hehehehehe JK
This poem was worth waiting for, great imagery, as always…You have a knack for last lines that tie everything together..
M.A.
bindo said this on February 25, 2009 at 6:16 pm
lol, thank you Bindo
I just discovered how much I’ve missed writing. I dont think I could drop out again if I wanted to 
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Mutual A
cravingoxygen said this on February 26, 2009 at 9:19 pm
it was really not trouble, sometimes we humans just need prompting
& plus i missed reading your entrys; so it was probably a selfish act too hehe
<3
if you want to let people on your blogroll know you’ve written a new piece, ping them – via this entry
xo
chloë said this on February 27, 2009 at 5:07 am
Welcome back to “Blog Hotel”. Captivating. I see in colors everywhere. If only all scars were epidermal.
Jan Freeman said this on February 27, 2009 at 9:06 am
i really really liked this poem!
“i can wash my scars away”
lolabmac said this on February 28, 2009 at 4:07 am
Jan
Yup yup, I’m very happy to be back again. And yes, unfortunately, most scars aren’t skin deep. The traces of these can be washed away, at least.
lolabmac: Glad to see you around again
And thank you.
cravingoxygen said this on February 28, 2009 at 10:21 am
Poetic appeal as is the sorrow of a human body troubled of life.
Glad to see you back
(previously Scottish Isle Writer)
philosophyofmind said this on February 28, 2009 at 3:52 pm
you haven’t scared me at all
& there will be plenty more night photographs(!)
my girlfriend paige & i are planning our next outing, something to do with night photography
hope you’re well xo
chloë said this on March 1, 2009 at 9:11 am
Hi there.
Your epigraphs (comments accompanying the poem) are akways very lively.
Liked your poetry.
benjaminchew110478 said this on May 4, 2009 at 6:24 am