Licking Wounds

In the quiet recesses of my mind
There are streams of comfort,
Cool refreshment
To a parched soul.

Water rippling around rocks,
Never stopping,
Charting paths,
Maintaining flow.

Within those moments,
I lick my wounds,
Scars of the day,
Scratches of pain.

Ointment from my tongue of thought,
Soothes and heals,
Repairs the damage,
Even if only temporary.

“Cultivate solitude and quiet and a few sincere friends, rather than mob merriment, noise and thousands of nodding acquaintances.”
William Powell

(Image source: http://www.etsy.com/listing/85468397/black-and-white-stallion-strikes-out?ref=sc_4)

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About catlas

Just a girl who loves technology and her Apple products and who uses those cute little “i” pad, pod, books to read, search, socialize, game, and type out her random thoughts.

Posted on November 18, 2011, in Blogroll and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Gorgeous–and healing just to read! You, me, and William Powell: right on!

  2. YES, WE ALL NEED TO LICK OUR WOUNDS AND THEN —GET UP AND GO ON !!!!

    THIS IS GOOD FOOD FOR THOUGHT—-

  3. pure poetry (~_~) I can see the Pumma laying on a rock, licking its wounds. (okay, you didn’t say Puma…but the thought was still there)
    Art~

  4. “ointment from my tongue of thought”? I loved that line. You put your thoughts down well and in such a meaningful way.

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