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
I noticed the pen and paper, too. I'm not writing this stuff down!
ReplyDeleteooo, I like that. Dark and sudden like a confession of confession
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely! Profound write.
ReplyDeleteLove that you mention the pen and paper from the image...very visual!
ReplyDeleteNever 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.
ReplyDeleteas if, indeed! well done :-)
ReplyDelete"as if I would
ReplyDeletewrite them down"
indeed! No way, jose.
I'm often haunted the most by my errors of omission -- all the things I should have done and said. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteI have heard they're the worst! :)
ReplyDeleteIt's bad enough to have to speak them aloud - write them down? Oh God no! Nice capture of the pen and paper.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem--errors of omission are pretty hard to stop and hard to get over. k.
ReplyDeleteNever leave a paper trail! Sins of omission indeed ;-)
ReplyDeleteYes, 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.
ReplyDeleteit's those things we didn't do that haunt us ~
ReplyDeleteSo a selective confession could be a safe option. An interesting one.
ReplyDeleteA 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
ReplyDeleteThat says a lot - errors of omission ~
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