Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Confession




My knees should be bloodied
except my confessional
lies in my mind
pictured thus:

empty
candles glowing
latticed window
open
to the other side
pen and paper

as if I would
write them down

all those 
errors of omission



"ellecee"






~Mama Zen
"pick  a picture and tell me what it would say. 
 No word limit.  Easy peasy."


Day 13


17 comments:

  1. I noticed the pen and paper, too. I'm not writing this stuff down!

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  2. ooo, I like that. Dark and sudden like a confession of confession

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  3. Love that you mention the pen and paper from the image...very visual!

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  4. Never ever on paper... like leaving a trail of evidence... a fingerprint of sorts. I wonder if it's cost-obsession to replace the priest by emptiness.

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  5. "as if I would
    write them down"

    indeed! No way, jose.

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  6. I'm often haunted the most by my errors of omission -- all the things I should have done and said. Nicely done!

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  7. It's bad enough to have to speak them aloud - write them down? Oh God no! Nice capture of the pen and paper.

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  8. Wonderful poem--errors of omission are pretty hard to stop and hard to get over. k.

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  9. Never leave a paper trail! Sins of omission indeed ;-)

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  10. Yes, I would not want to ink my confessions..Sort of an oxymoron considering the title of my blog. At least I won't pin my darkest secrets.

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  11. it's those things we didn't do that haunt us ~

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  12. So a selective confession could be a safe option. An interesting one.

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  13. A clever poem - omitting omissions - very few people truly have enough 'sins' to end up with bloody knees - i doubt very much that you are one of them - even knowing you through the blog i feel kindness and goodness

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  14. That says a lot - errors of omission ~

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