Drawing Blood

Borders broken, bridges burnt
Levees breached by lessons learnt
Organs opened, leeches out
Ordered ideals bleeding doubt
Drawn and quartered, dressed in red

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14 thoughts on “Drawing Blood

  1. Rivera says:

    Very heartfelt.. It makes me want to say, “I’m so sorry.”; and send flowers to cheer you.

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  2. jamborobyn says:

    In a way you already did that earlier, Carl. Peace be with you. I am fine and it seems from where I’m standing now that the journey was worth it. Thank you.

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    • jamborobyn says:

      Yeah, intense few days — thanks for breaking the spell. After lots of dancing and listening to old tunes, I did some baking – chocolate rock cakes with sultanas, dried blueberries and cherries. Unrepeatable because I made it up. Then I woke up in the middle of the night with this one hitting me over the head saying “this is the one… write it down now!” 🙂

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      • I love that, when the writing forms in my mind and makes me stop everything else so I can write it down. My husband decided that that very phenomenon was the mark of a “true writer.”
        Those chocolate rock cakes sound delicious. We are in the midst of a snow storm today, so they’d come in handy with some hot chocolate….

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      • jamborobyn says:

        Almost all my writing is done this way. Sometimes I don’t wait for it to happen and the joy is lost.

        A snowstorm, how amazing! Obviously I’ve never been in one 🙂 I may just send you the basics of what I made in an email. But there wasn’t a lot of measuring going on…

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  3. Re-reading your poem, I had the image of someone performing a dance to these words. Wouldn’t that be amazing…

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  4. Miss Lou says:

    This speaks on so many levels and contexts in my own mind I find it hard to articulate one.

    I don’t know if I am just weird or if this falls in line with how anyone else feels – People moving in, taking over, managing rather that collaborating. Ignorance thinking one way is better and more valid than another.

    The struggles of indigenous people, of Asylum seekers and refugees, of children of any race that are within the out of home care system, with no support or advocacy or skills to SELF advocate.

    #Passionate and #encompassing

    Thanks for sharing.

    ML

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    • jamborobyn says:

      You are one hell of a thoughtful person, and you are right on the money. In a way I live this reality, but I’m in a minority of one, I seem to fit into every possible sub-group of the community, partially. So I am 100% for not wasting the gift of diversity that we have in Australia. It’s no good unless we all make it. If you want to know some of my story, head over to http://gohomeubb.wordpress.com/2012/04/12/go-home-you-black-bitch/

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      • Miss Lou says:

        Thank you. I can see the title in the link and I feel like I want to apologise.

        I’m sorry.

        NOT because you are black

        NOT because I am white

        NOT because I feel responsible (I don’t)

        I’m sorry because I am a person and I hate to feel horrible and hurt and I imagine you don’t like it either.

        #Frustrated #Upset #DefeatedNOTdefeated #WhatsWrongwithPeople

        *huggles*

        ML
        xx

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      • jamborobyn says:

        I’m sooo glad you don’t feel responsible that is the hardest response to deal with right beside – well, what about reverse racism, which as far as I can tell, seems to mean that the domain of racism is solely cornered by white people. I am half-white and half-black, so unless I split myself in half, I have to be on the side of all people. Definitely not expecting sympathy, it is written, because I needed to state my truth in order to get a move on.

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