Knife’s edge

The knife runs into my blood
makes its journey through the absurd maze
of my inner impermanence

It keeps me constantly awake
its sharp theory opens a clear way
to the deepest end of my despair

Only the soil of my homeland
on the dirt path to the hazelnut tree 
could turn it into a blunt shovel

to dig a flowerbed 
in which two simple daisies 
would open their wings 

5 comentarios sobre “Knife’s edge”

1. I found this pose very intense and profound

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   1. Taugh days turned into lines!
      Thanks for your comment Luisa

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      1. You are so very welcome my dear Abel!
         It is always my pleasure

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2. Beautifully dark and alive!

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   1. It would be a good mission to seek beauty amidst difficulties, because then we’d be very productive! Thanks so much for your comment, Dawn!

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