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in pages you remember
to define me as a rose ~
and another time a briar
to your hand –
oceans I was washed ashore
and somewhere there you were
a broken shell –
amazing you –
a man
and I lovely loner
(please come for me)
in beauty to be rescued
from the past –
would ever there be essence
the scent of me to wear
scars
where we were torn
and stitched together –
scars as I was known
apart of you (a part of you)
blossoms yet
wears me now
– to home
tornadoday 
I like this one Bobbie
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always me….maryrose
Oh, Mary Rose, I am so glad……….. If not another person likes it, you’ve made it special to me. Thank you! ~ Love, Bobbie
Your poems always tell the deepness of all your hearts scars! It also shares loves importance throughout your life. Your words always pull me in and make me think! I find that i begin to know you better because of what is shared through the mirror of your heart…your words. Very nice poem!
Thank you……….. I see scars as proof we lived. Surely it is through the scars and holes that a greater light shows through! ~ Love, Bobbie
I think those scars make us more sensitive to others, and somehow, become the ties that bind our hearts together. We know suffering and share in that, and we know love, a healing balm. These words go right to “the heart” of the matter dear Bobbie, “where we were torn and stitched together…” Love this! xox
Thank you so much, Jeannie. I have a few scars but one on my neck from when I was a child and fell across an iron warming by the fire. It worried more when I was younger, but not so much now. My dad has always said that ‘scars mark the place where light enters you’. I suspect our passage to heaven won’t be based on possession of degrees or passports, but rather the tender patchwork of our scars. 🙂 Thank you so much. ~ Much love, B
B, have you read Little Bee? The main character makes a statement asking the reader to agree that scars are beautiful because, as you said above, they are proof you survived, you are alive, dead flesh does not scar….
A stitch in time…..A stitch in your side…..what a stitch. ~D
No, I haven’t………but it sounds like I should (read it, that is)……… Thanks, Dan. And what a great quote, ‘dead fish do not scar’…… 😉