Fences
By
Lisa A.Williams
Tell me
of the fences,
places you’ve crossed
and climbed
of the splintered
flesh
which has healed
when the chain was
broken,
the gate opened
where the once
petrified fear
crumbled in its stone
and life began anew
once more-
behind those planks
of painted white,
hiding the worn and
weathered
hurt you left behind.
It is a good thing when one can overcome the hurtfulness of fences that once were constricting! I like the ending, with the hurt left behind.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, I can so relate and those splitters, go deep!
ReplyDeleteWell Done...on the prompt!
Beautifully done--we may have been on similar wave lengths this seek!
ReplyDeleteThis is very lovely - and wise - "hiding the worn and weathered hurt you left behind". Wowzers! Good one!
ReplyDeleteThe intensity of this poem is magnified by the sparsity of words and the form in which you wrote it. Emotional and open, yet constrained.
ReplyDeleteI just read your poem when I got your comment on mine! This piece is wonderful Lisa. Love how you start out with 'Tell me'...and 'when the chain was broken, the gate opened' drips off the tongue so nicely when I read it aloud. And as always a perfect ending--you are a master of the close in my opinion.
ReplyDeletelove the detail here - the chain, the planks... they make the deep emotion running through the work adhere (can't think of a better word there). It has a reality, is grounded... ah heck! It's a great read!
ReplyDeleteThis compact and intensely felt poem spoke volumes to me! And the last line is perfect!
ReplyDeleteA relatable poem that can be appreciated over and over on subsequent readings. The compact style works well here.
ReplyDeletebehind those planks of painted white,
hiding the worn and weathered
hurt
Yes!