Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Old Wound




Blood colored tears  

(call it amber if you want
to stay cushioned from seeing
pain's trail) 

drip down
sticky with memories
along 
her rough barked skin 
where season by season
she 
valiantly
 tries to cover the 
wounded place
where the

pound 
pound  
pounding 

happened


9 comments:

Maureen said...

Really cool images, Kathleen!

Anonymous said...

Hi Kathleen
have tried to figure out what that huge tear drop is, give up so give me a clue, is it a frozen flower bud? Lovely picture but you know my curious nature.
Love
Mom

Anonymous said...

Amazing metaphors...wow.
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Kathleen Overby said...

It is sap that has been slowly dripping from the trees where we had our swing eleven years ago.

M.L. Gallagher said...

Wow -- especially your explanation about the swing.

Beautiful.

Jennifer @ Getting Down With Jesus said...

Calvary still runs red.

I feel redemption here.

Joyceann Wycoff said...

Kathleen ... I've spent lovely hours trying to photograph sap ... it's not easy and you did a great job and the words that go with the images are wonderful, too.

A Simple Country Girl said...

A new twist on an old fascination of mine. So, did you touch the amber tears? I always have to.

Blessings.

Kathleen Overby said...

I couldn't resist touching them.