Scar

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Scar

 

   All bear them                                          as badges of life.
Each marks a wound                               and then a healing.
Like most of life, good                 growing out of the bad,
producing proud new flesh to cover the inevitable
that we all face––the cut, the gore, the severing.
Life is arranged for some reason to complete
pain with healing, one way or the other.
Proud flesh, proud heart–an excess
in us all that needs smoothing.
First pain and then succor,
a generation dying and 
 another one growing. 
Forever scarring 
the family or
  healing 
   it.

For the past year, I keep getting these heart-shaped wounds on my arm. I think they are from the dogs jumping up on me or from wounds won trimming the bougainvillea, but it is amazing how many times they are in a heart shape.  I’d already written this poem before I decided to try to make a concrete poem out of it. As I progressed, it wanted to be a heart.

 

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13 thoughts on “Scar”

  1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

    Yes, I know there are two copies of the poem in the Reader. The first is a photograph and the second was actually created on my WordPress blog page. I’m testing whether the form will stay or vanish in the reader or on my blog. Today it seemed to be staying, but it looks like the Reader is still transforming the heart and sticking it to the left margin. Luckily, for some reason it is still publishing the photo that I ended up taking off the blog. Ah the mysteries of The Reader!!

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