I am a hive
a blistering sore
carved out of mottled flesh, cracking surfaces and all.
etched upon this canvas, draw points, connect the dots.
one mark caused by stress, the other a point of contact.
connect.
again and again.
connect
until the lines begin to form.
pick out the reasons,
the favorites,
the least liked.
make up an excuse for our behavior.
in the end, these little pieces of information are nothing more
than little pieces of information we thought to gather,
little pieces of information we thought important,
little pieces of information that meant something.
well everything always means something at some point to someone who may or may not live somewhere in a place.
how vague can we make this?
how biting can it all be?
contain it.
or not.
it's just a rash.
i'm just a hive.
a blistering sore.
nothing less, nothing more.
About the Creator
Kit Val
I have always been fond of the human condition.
Do you understand haiku?
Do you ever get sidetracked when writing? I do. I think it must be in the nature of the creative mind to draw connections and have a need to explore them. Since the World Wide Web became established in the 1990s, this has become a lot easier to do. The phenomenon being described as ‘going down a wormhole.’ Sometimes a distraction, but I have written some of my best work when I have disappeared down one web wormhole or another. It also happened in the days when most of my research was book based so we can't blame it on the internet. Book research was just slower. These days, guided by my AI friend, it is much, much quicker.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 days ago in Poets
Comments (2)
This is sad, a blistering sore…great use of poetry to emote your feelings.
"well everything always means something at some point to someone" I especially loved that line!