The urge to pull the pen
to bleed upon the page
is something that seems
to be unwilling to fade…
I thought poetry would be
a passing phase,
something that I would grow
out of as I would age.
Instead, I have found myself
drawn deeper in,
bleeding more verse
than I wanted to in the end.
Have you gathered bones?
Can you find the answers? Do You Have a Copy yet?
As many of you know I try to use Serena for my more gothic pieces. I posted the above in a poetry group on Facebook. A private one as I was not ready to share it. In my mind it spoke of finding reasons to live…Facebook flagged it as speaking about suicide or self harm.
I have had my poetry with Serena misunderstood before.
This one I wrote about the Dahlia Murders…and I was promptly told I was writing about the female anatomy.
I am saddened by the removal because I would have loved to have the other poets feedback…but I guess that was Facebook telling me I wrote something worth censoring.
one from me and one from Serena Mossgraves
Have you caught your Echo Yet?
Pattimouse 