Perfumed soul

by Karla   Apr 19, 2012


I extracted heavens from my wrists
a long time ago.
The stars were red and my vulnerability had
been sharpened softly.
It was a memorable day when
I found out my blood type and the extremes
of my heart.

Poetry's benevolence helped me to stitch away pain,
sewing my soul on my body.

I survived life.

The space between the end and the beginning is a particle,
an atom of love and gratitude.

Here I stand. Here we all stand.

Let our essence perfume the universe one more time.

Karla Bardanza
http://asmoonsewsthesatinstars.blogspot.com
http://skycladatmidnight.tumblr.com

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  • 11 years ago

    by Lostlove1

    Poetry soothes...
    to read and to write it (esp. yours!)...I love this piece from you Karla, I especially like the beginning: extracting heaven from your wrists- and the red stars :) Awesome!
    As Always,
    Lostlove~

  • 11 years ago

    by yogi73

    Let our essence perfume the universe one more time. --I love this line. A poem of inspiration...not letting life get ya down?

  • 11 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    This is amazing

  • 11 years ago

    by Decayed

    Indeed, your aura is long-lasting!

    Super

  • 11 years ago

    by Lioness

    Beautiful poem hun. I think poetry has helped me and I am sure it has helped many other people here on this site in one way or another.

    Awesome poem.

    x

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