I Looked Within


December 31, 2022 by petrujviljoen

I looked within, found some blood as fresh as the beginning of injustice and the rose moaned forget-me-not // the trace of slime of the snail gleams silver in the light of a cold gibbous moon

the self, the sense squandered before the start of grieving the pattern settled engraved on the soul (and the body’s remembering), before blood, veined, flowed freely at the rose’s beginning

“forget-me-not” – the distant moon traced the trickle of its own faint light, there is grieving at its passing, cold enfolding the blood-red rose’s spirit closing at remembering injustices of the night


17 thoughts on “I Looked Within

  1. huzaifazoom says:

    impactful: inexplicably so, like most good poems.

  2. Portofino says:

    Many of us have found that what we thought we wrote carries more in it than intended. When that happens to me, I smile and say, “Yes. I meant that!” Happie(r,st) of new years.

  3. Black white and red. Mystical and full of sadness.

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