Sunday, May 18, 2008

bleeding



sharp splinters
it isn't just skin
that bleeds


photo by lori bierly
words by mandy smith
© 2008


in response to the bleeding prompt at One Single Impression

22 comments:

WillThink4Wine said...

And the sharp splinters can be many things that pierce us; tongue or deed.

andrée said...

How powerful this is. They tell us to grow thick skins to this, yet how? I hope that the future brings love and support instead of splinters.

the teach said...

Just beautiful in 3 lovely poetic lines! :)

Deslilas said...

Une petite saignée pour se remettre d'aplomb.
Bloodletting was used as a cure some centuries ago.
Old days were not so good.

Raven said...

Concise and profound. Nicely done. Love the photo too.

Geraldine said...

Very succinct and so true. Great photo too.

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qualcosa di bello said...

you sure said it! a splinter as a metaphor for other sharp things...very powerful

Roswila said...

Yes, we can bleed in many different ways. For some reason, I immediately thought of how sharp and pointed thoughtfuless words can be, words we can regret.

Lisa at Greenbow said...

Oh so true.

Pam said...

I really like that the sounds of the words you chose feel like splinters in the skin. Nice haiku

missmays said...

so few words, yet thought provoking. thanks Mandy & Lori :)

gautami tripathy said...

So very true..

ravages of time

one more believer said...

it is a perfect portrayal of how painful a splinter of any sort can be..

Vixen said...

Everyone got here before me and said nearly my same thoughts! Although the picture and words said wood, I perceived the pain of verbal or emotional splinters.

Well done.

gardenpath said...

Really neat image. Lots of truth in this, too.

texasblu said...

Exactly. Love this!!!!

Patois said...

Excellent metaphor. You can see how we all feel that.

MyBellavia said...

I love what you did with this prompt. Excellent work! The emotional impact is piercing.

Judy Brutz said...

Old structures bleed by splintering, one splinter at a time. Piercing, painful, perplexing.
Thanks

zoya gautam said...

there's no bleeding
from your gifted wounds the hurt drips on..(a corollary ma'm to ur own haiku)which i like for it's depth and delicateness..

storyteller said...

Wonderfully imagined, created, and shared! Thank you. It took me a while but I managed to come up with an idea and posted this morning at Sacred Ruminations.
Hugs and blessings,

Yoga Gal said...

It's not only the skin that bleeds but gets the infections!