Dark Fields Poem by Joan Woodbridge
Dark Fields
labyrinthine confusion
intuition runs about three days ahead of feeling
and for us
there is little love to gentle the edges of this land
but
I am seeding these dark fields
and in time they will yield
and I too will yield
but
I will never forgive
that
awkwardilltimedheadupyourass lecture
downward delivered
upon my outraged silence
I've been walking around these days without my skin
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8/5/2026 7:52:59 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
beautiful poetry.liked it.