I Am Open Poem by Anthony Weir

I Am Open



like a wound
that smiles
and kisses with
its tender edges
knives & rags
and flies & thorny hedges.

Beggars
are
the only
heroes.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ballerina With Fins 06 May 2006

I sincerely liked this. A poem of certainly no equivocation; this is the truth, the Truth, occupying this poem, wholly and wonderfully. Cheers, BWF.

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