Of Wounds By Gabriela Marie Milton #poem #poetic prose #short prose

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I cannot tell which of the wounds I acquired hurts the most. I gather all of them in a large wicker basket. Every summer morning I sort them out. I re-live each of them.

I see how the Lie walks hand in hand with the Betrayal, and how the Betrayal indulges herself in the sweetest of wine. Oh, that irresistible taste of black grapes that melts in her mouth. It almost makes her attractive.

The Envy wears red lipstick and high heels. She dances naked on a wooden table. At every turn, she spreads poisonous confetti in the air, and lowers her eyes. I try to decipher the meaning of her gestures. I cannot.

The Greed, with her childbearing hips, indulges herself with poor souls who live at the margins of the city. The children are hungry, and the mother long exhausted. The beds are cold. The moonlight enters the room through broken windows.

I feel the pulse in my temples. Exhausted I go over the meaning of love and sacrifice. I try to restore them to the right place.

Love is the consummation of all acts leading to the warm meal one hands to an old man during winters. It is the sum of all unknowns. It is the finger that draws stars in the darkest of skies.

Sacrifice? You tell me.

Sightly revised version of the original published in Women: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic Prose

Gabriela Marie Milton
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141 thoughts on “Of Wounds By Gabriela Marie Milton #poem #poetic prose #short prose

      1. Hon, this short communication may have led to some wrong interpretations. Anyway, take care.
        xoxo

  1. Envy and greed are the ways of the world. Love has become the out layer. Wonderful poignant words woven together so well.

    1. Thank you so much for your wonderful words Heather. You are right…. If life could only…
      I hope everything is well with you. Sending love.

      1. Glad to hear that Heather 🌺🌸🌹❀️

  2. “Love is the consummation of all acts leading to the warm meal one hands to an old man during winters. It is the sum of all unknowns. It is the finger that draws stars in the darkest of skies.” Love this line. <3

    1. Hi John, did not think of it like this, but now that I read it again… πŸ™‚

      Enjoy your day. Stay on the shade.

      1. I love to hear the perspective of my readers! You made me think.
        Thank you. Enjoy the rest of your day.

    1. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. It means a lot πŸ™πŸŒΊβ€οΈ

  3. You evoke so sharply, it is so beautiful it hurts. πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ˜’

    Instantly I seen those other images surfacing my mind.
    You know probably how I love Cohen…

    “I caught the darkness
    It was drinking from your cup
    I caught the darkness
    Drinking from your cup
    I said, “Is this contagious?”
    You said, “Just drink it up.””.

    L. Cohen

    Dear Gabriela, take care, always.
    I consider you a friend,
    And only hope you do the same.
    πŸ’™πŸ¦‹πŸ’™

    1. Aw… Miriam, love you. You are my dear friend. Thank you for your beautiful comment. It means the world to me. I know you love Leonard Cohen. I love him too. Darkness. The lyrics are from Darkness if I am not mistaken.

      Lots of love and hugs to you hon.
      xoxo

      1. Yes indeed. A beautiful song, as they all are, to me anyway. He did save my life, in a way.

        Thank you dear Gabriela,
        Sending love πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—
        Hold you close to my heart 😘😘

      2. My pleasure hon. I hold you close to my heart too. Take care. Enjoy your day ❀️❀️❀️❀️

    1. Hi my dearest Punam, thank you so much for being here and for commenting. I really appreciate your support. I am sorry I was not present too much lately but please know I read your beautiful poems.
      Love you hon. I hope love will triumph and I hope you are well.
      xoxo

  4. This is amazing dearest Gabriela… how you focused on the very wound- givers that swirl around our lives, our loves and do it with your unmistakable poetic flair. Bravo! Envy, Greed, Betrayl can slice us and maim us forever, if we don’t learn to love and forgive..the “unlovable..the “unforgivable. Your word choices, your metaphors always excite my imagination..I love this piece!!

    1. Thank you for your beautiful comment my dearest Karima. I really appreciate it. Sending lots of love your way.
      xoxo

    1. Thank you so much Jaya. Very glad you liked it. I hope you are having a wonderful day.
      xoxo

    1. Priscilla, that means the world to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Enjoy the rest of your day.
      xoxo

    1. Aw, thank you hon. I was just reading your beautiful poem. If you do not find my comment, please look in the spam folder.

      1. β€πŸ˜€ It is an absolute pleasure to read your poems. β€πŸ˜€
        Thank you for showing love for my poem. Gonna check spam first.
        Take care.
        Love ❀

  5. Fantastic description! You’ve painted perfect and philosophically precise portraits, one by one to make a whole. Reading your words is a lovely experience.

    1. Thank you Francisco. I am glad you enjoyed the piece. I hope you had a productive day and your evening/night is magical 🌹

  6. I can relate to this beautiful poem, I collect my sins also in a basket and taste them once in a while. Contemplation mixed with regret. Alas, you can’t turn back time to undo them.

    1. Thank you so much for the praise and for sharing your thoughts. Indeed there are things that we cannot undo.

  7. Wow. Very very beautiful and impressive poem. I love it so much. β™₯️β™₯️β™₯️β™₯️β™₯️

  8. A gorgeous write, Gabriela. The reflective nature of the write is so engaging, and the characters you create from concepts, amazing. ✨🌹🌸🌺

    1. Good morning and thank you so much for your beautiful words Jeff. I am so glad you enjoyed the piece.
      Have a wonderful day my dear friend.
      xoxo

  9. Is it because our wounds all seem to meld together into one huge scab that constantly gets picked at and regrows? Or do we compartmentalize our wounds and examine each one individually, trying to decipher how they took hold of our lives, perhaps even our souls? This book, along with Wounds I Healed, will be my forever companions, especially now that I’m taking a little break from the hectic world around me. Time for vacation, time to rest, reflect, recharge, recoup. I love you and all you do Gabriela! Bless you always. xox

    1. Good morning my beautiful Nancy. Those are great questions. I wish I could answer.

      Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking these books to vacation with you. Have a wonderful vacation. Rest and recharge. Be happy. Be you. You are fabulous. Thank you for the love. Sending you much more.
      xoxoxoxo

  10. “Love is the consummation of all acts leading to the warm meal one hands to an old man during winters. It is the sum of all unknowns. It is the finger that draws stars in the darkest of skies.” Love this!

    1. My goodness , thank you from the bottom of my heart for your beautiful words. I am so glad you enjoyed it πŸ™πŸŒΊπŸŒΈ

    1. Thank you so much for your wonderful words. I am humbled by your comment 🌸

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