the scar is where the word got in
digging like the worm that it is
lacking but one letter for such a metamorphosis
single-toothed it found fertile ground and began to feed
to breed, a heart sized parasite
scar, i name thee trust
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old ones in new flesh (20161205)
Words and Feathers 
This poem got me thinking of Blake’s sick rose, probably that worm…
Ah, I love Blake. I love his illustrations and his poems, and his whole worldview. I bet it is the same worm…
I know about those worms.
We all have their trails on our skin.
This reminded me of “The Sick Rose” … beautifully done!❤️
Thank you!
Dang, that’s good.
😀
I agree with Bjorn. And this is my kind of quadrille – dark, wormy words that enter through scars – but they often emerge as the best poems.
Thank you!
I see the Blake after reading Bjorn’s comment, but it made me think of Leonard Cohen.
Thank you for your kind words.
Ka-POW.
That got me right in the gut. Whew. Well done.
Thank you! Glad it came out swinging for you!
Oh this is so well done. I’m reminded of the idea that it takes so very much to build up trust, and so little to break it down. That one word….that little worm….
Very well done!
Thanks!
I specially like the twist in the ending line: scar, i name thee trust ~ Thanks for the gorgeous poem ~
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Well written. Thanks for sharing 🙂
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well, you know they say watch out for that switchblade it usually strikes when you least expect it.
And where you least expect it.
What a compelling reflection on the power of words to poison and feed on emotions, like a parasite. ❤
Thank you very much.
Wow! Briliant and thought-provoking all through, and doubly so with the twist at the end.
Thank you!
Great stuff…i’m pondering over the one ‘letter’
Oh, ha ha. Word->Worm. One letter.
aha! Thanks.