REWIND BARBED WIRE WITH BALING STRING


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BARBED WIRE REWOUND REBOUND SURROUND

 

Rusting needles tangling desired strings

fencing about us insisted in clings

Twisting winded spangles dropped in time

scraping about  fingers grabbed sublime

 

Climbing limbs slung in tight haste

coiling about us persisted in chaste

Windings about present hearts in blood

tangling lost soles mixed in healing mud

 

Crawling otherside finger toed stringing

bindings to haul back bales of wringing

Straws in feeding time loose sprinkles

covering scratched reachings in wrinkles

 

Reaches back to unwind untangled unwired

enfleshed with wired un-wounds unmired

Speckles of heart tied to fingertips

stilling in windings entangled soul slips

 

 

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10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Betty
    Dec 02, 2011 @ 06:44:50

    Amazing images, with those “barbed” combinations of words!! “Tangling lost soles mixed in healing mud” – as an example. Like life – those wires we tangle, untangle, twist and learn from. Thanks for sharing such another great poem, Granbee!

    • granbee
      Dec 03, 2011 @ 00:46:23

      Muchos gracias, Senora Betty! I remembered helping playmates and younger cousins over barbed wire to escape unfriendly livestock as a child. It seemed to be a good metephor for how we have to get scrapes in life in order to connect in helpful ways to others. Also seemed to be a good follow on to the more gently “Unwinding” poem preceeding. Today, I am continuing with some winding together dance stuff. Stay tuned!

  2. cottonbombs
    Dec 02, 2011 @ 12:56:09

    Rose! Sometimes we need to bleed out the bad blood. Sometimes we need to burn to feel the warmth of the sun. Sometimes the fence that keeps us out is saving us from the dangers within.Thank you for a vitamin C shot of inspiration.

    • granbee
      Dec 03, 2011 @ 00:48:25

      Peter! Yes, we do need to lose the bad blood and we need to get to the other side of many “fences” in our lives. Most often, it is easier and less wounding to get over those fences with the connecting assistance of others, don’t you find? Thank you so much for the “vitamin C” comment, the “fruit of the sun” vitamin!

  3. lscotthoughts
    Dec 03, 2011 @ 07:28:50

    Rose, this is wonderfully written and a perfect metaphor for the “fences” in our lives. I agree with your other comments, so I’m only repeating…I’m on to the previous one… :)

    • granbee
      Dec 04, 2011 @ 01:34:51

      Lauren, thank you! So glad you agree about the metaphor in this post. I know I will be revisiting the barbed wire imagery many times, as those types of fences were all over the family farm where I grew up. They “sing” to me in the winds of time.

  4. Sue Dreamwalker
    Dec 08, 2011 @ 00:48:09

    I wonder how many of us realise the many barbs we ourselves entwine around our hearts as we roll out the wire of thought as we dish out the metal of judements and then rewind our thoughts back as we see those rusty edges cut and wound..

    I think if we saw our thoughts as barbed wire Granbee we would see exactly the damage we each inflict upon others as well as the harm we do to ourselves as those same barbs of wire so highly charged with energy we send, so tightly sprung, spring back to recoil back to the source of their creation, Ourselves…

    Beautifully written my friend with lots of meaning.. (( Hugs ))
    ~Dreamwalker

    • granbee
      Dec 08, 2011 @ 03:38:32

      Sue, most helpful feedback here. I can see that I communicated well the negatives of that barbed wire fence, maybe not so well the saving grace of someone to help us over and through that fence inspite of the wounds incurred thereby. Duly noted. This type of helpful feedback is why I love posting and blogging so much these days. Bless you!

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