For wounds so finite
deep and blood red
Forgiveness
becomes a seed
sown by time
Beneath the ache
beauty lies in wait
Petals unfurl
Delicate
soft and white
c.b. 2011
For wounds so finite
deep and blood red
Forgiveness
becomes a seed
sown by time
Beneath the ache
beauty lies in wait
Petals unfurl
Delicate
soft and white
c.b. 2011
C.B. Wentworth 
I’m very grateful, that I was smart enough to visit today. This is a beautiful and profound piece of wordsmithing, thanks!!
“Forgiveness
becomes a seed
sown by time”
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Thank you! It’s a piece I’ve been laboring over for a couple of months. Today, I finally found the right words to finish the first stanza and the fact that you highlighted them has me over the moon! 🙂
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Wow, I hope you’re putting a book together. You never cease to amaze me.
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Every poem is scribbled in a journal . . . does that count? 😉
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this is so beautiful and tender. I happen to be in a place just like this one right now, so it truly touched my heart. What precious words, and thoughtful phrasing!
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I’m so glad to hear it spoke to you in such a beautiful way. 🙂
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I love the line”Beneath the ache beauty lies in wait petals unfurl…” Great imagery. You’ve got to buy some Peonies and watch them bloom…..pure joy!! LR
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I totally agree . . . peonies are pure joy! 🙂
The line you highlighted is where this poem began, so I naturally I’m delighted to hear it has resonated with someone. Thanks for reading!
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i have so missed your poetry. and i, too, vote for a poetry book! 🙂
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It feels good to get some poems rolling. I started a number of new lines in London, (the last two posts are just the beginning), so now its all about letting the inspiration play out. Hopefully, there will be more good things to come.
Thanks for reading – I’m so glad you enjoy these little word experiments. 😉
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