Outside the Lines

purple smokebush autumn


O bloodied branch, femoral

artery feeding lusty

lies, if self is emptied out

(radical transfusion), might

your stump become a tree of

Life for me? Might skin, peeling,

bare veins which would bleed, not for

egocentric comforts or

satisfaction in single

dose, but multiplied networks,

capillaries of comfort

and compassion? Let leeches

drain decomposition, let

radical revolution

leak Love radically spilled,

in living outside the lines.

12 comments on “Outside the Lines

  1. Some great imagery here, Melody.

  2. RoSy says:

    Hi Melody 🙂
    I love the photo & the color of the leaf!
    And – I always like to see what you come up with for your poetry.

  3. Lyle Krahn says:

    It sounds appealing to be radically living outside the lines but it may not be safe.

    • melodylowes says:

      You’ve got me there! Balance, again, I think – and how to strike the healthy balance? Much more difficult than meets the eye, I’m sure. I was thinking more about living outside of self, living more radically for others, making a difference – and doing the unexpected to gain a new result. Never really lived there much myself – if I take the plunge, I’ll let you know! 🙂

  4. Rare coalition that both because of blood we become carnal, and then, spiritually alive through His blood!

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