After Wounding You



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lyrical free verse about love and quarrelling

A single pebble



do not minimise



Pellets hold

the small, squeezed grain of bone –

a startling nakedness erodes

it, scars the air

it lies in;

 frail and suffering

hung flowers

that hankered after warmth

ooze still their stilled perfections;



the innocent beetle

suffers mortally.


Grandiose, magniloquent,

the pebble forfeits nothing.


We are naked, Anne, and caught.


Inside ourselves a pitiless resilience

remains, bounds up, is shot.


The orchid in the spring

still sees it here:

as cruel as me,

as loving and perennial as you.

(from "Poems People Liked (2)")

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