Cutting Edges  /14

 

To lean into the edge

and bring back with it that shape

against your shoulder, the crease from

which your skin would not give blood.

 

Better that it slides, like a skate

on ice, within which we are held

by the wires of our voices, the wires of our cars,

the wires of our clotheslines.

 

The backside of this talent will

then find expression in pictures

sketched on classroom blackboards or in

thinly drawn expressions along the

business end of tempered steel.

 

Balanced on the edge

or drawn over stone

the sharpness divides

between arbitrary gray matter

and the definition of opposites.

 

You then return home across the frozen pond,

listening for the crack

separating you

from the dark water.

 

 

14. 

 



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  1. Mike HilerFebruary 1, 2021 at 8:07 AM

    We are slowly getting down to the final poem of "Break Water's Edge", only 4 more poems. At time I plan to post my thoughts on this collection and set up the second book of "PUSH" which represents another 15 or 20 poems. I've learned a lot about blogs over the past month and still believe a blog is a good way for a poet to release a group of poems. I like the "comments" idea and once you set up our document, it's very easy to make new posts. I like the sequential method of adding posts, not sure if the reader likes it but for me it sort of sequences the poems and I can individually edit and add a photo as I go. Let me know if you have any thoughts on the process and I'll "process them (hmmmm, not supposed to be a joke?).

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