Thursday, November 06, 2008


Mortal is the blade that cuts beneath my ribs

It takes what I cannot hold

Jagged across my bones, then twist

I sadly weep, it’s cold.

Limbs fold and surrender to the smell of dirt

Dust to dust, and earth to earth

Powerful is the blade

Unyielding, it seeks



paisley said...

and you are a poet too??? this was amazing... is there noting you cannot do??? i would love to read some more of your poetry!!

Shirlatude said...

A very beautiful poem, please share more. Shirl

JafaBrit's Art said...

Just popped in to say hi, and wish you best for the New Year :)

I enjoyed hearing your poem.

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