Flesh Wounds

“The calendar lies,
saying that only years have gone by;
my heart,
my flesh wounds
have ached for centuries.
Centuries-long winters
of nightly cold sweats
looking at your ageless face
behind clotting scarlet
shadows.”
~ Magaly Guerrero

This is a stanza from “Out of the Shadows”, a poem I wrote some years ago, in memory of a friend who was killed in action… The death of the four Marines who were gunned down in Chattanooga, Tennessee, brought back the same kind of sorrow. I didn’t know those men, but when lives are wasted… anyone with a blood-pumping heart ends up feeling the pain. May their souls, and the hearts of those they left behind, find some peace… soon.

Otriesse (Pop Surrealism), by Kristof CorvinusOtriesse (Pop Surrealism), by Kristof Corvinus; in his description, the artist calls her a “Spring goddess”. I think the detail makes Otriesse the perfect companion for this remembrance post… for in times of loss and darkness, symbols of rebirth might bloom hope.