This is the knife’s echo to – “Deeper than her heart “
It had been a mere scratch on his hand that was made as he took the plunge
“her heart I tell you” he instructed the knife
“all of it”
The knife seemed to have its own will
It spared me
the poison of death
was forged into its steel
why I was spared I can only guess
but one year later
the innocuous cut upon his hand
a mere scratch
laid his body dead
the blade laughed a maniacal laugh
“for the one who took so much life shall be taken”
“be ground to dust empty hearted one”
I got an anonymous note
“we bled him dry. your healing is complete”
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If I’m still on the road, don’t blame me it’s the dogs fault…
Leslie! This morning, in a moment-burst of joy, I asked my Guardian Angel Flexibelle, to surprise me today. And she DID. Here I am reading about knives, scratches, a heart escaping its final fate…and DEATH to the Peep, whose hand was in charge of all!
Thanks for this ‘lethargy-deleting’ post, woman! Well done.
Still with JOY.
(Still on the road–in my dreams!)
PEACE!
Steve
PS…WHY do I like: “be ground to dust empty hearted one”??? But I do!
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My goodness what did the dog do that engender the poem…oh…I guess we really don’t want to know but to merely enjoy the poem. 🙂
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Aaah I knew the darkness was there… 😉
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Knife exacting its revenge … what a story !!!
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Green Speck – sometimes the knife gets its day out of court…
Thanks Joseph yes there is always a dark side of the moon
Charles – you know it – dog dayz
Steve- you always make me smile – it’s not helping defeat the wrinkles (smile)
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