Bearing a crown of thorns
Someone planted a kiss
Scarring my face, the spikes
Pricked deep, letting
A stream of blood down
But,
Like a gush of summer rain
It cooled my smouldering spirits
Slumbered my frayed nerves
And loosened my taut muscles!
The love behind painful words, sometimes becomes a pleasantry. That is how I understood your poem. It's a lovely poem. Well deserved rating of number 10.
I got the picture of Jesus on the cross? is that what you too had in mind, Ma'am? truly amazing
The love's petals were sprinkled on you with a delicate kiss........ very nice
He that wears a crown of thorns often suffers that others not, and when he tried to kiss, no wonder, it provided a soothing balm. A lovely short poem
Very emotional words...pain and pleasure are always inseparable..no exception with love too...a poem that deserves a whole 10
There is love behind pain. It has been so nicely delineated in this poem. I quote....... Like a gush of summer rain It cooled my smouldering spirits Slumbered my frayed nerves And loosened my taut muscles! A beautiful poem shared amazingly.10
A stream of blood down. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The tragedy and the irony well blended so as to sound phenomenal........Valsa......the rarest of rare poems I have ever read..........great piece from a great writer...........