Thursday, November 06, 2008

Blades

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

All

4 comments:

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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