Knife Edge Poems - Poems about Knife Edge

...I can see All the way from in here That the fate of the world is on a precarious knife-edge The black-robed vultures Are gathering In secret covens and lodges For their Great Cull Car......

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...You marrow-deep in the bone-dry field, sprawled like a wishbone snapped wrong- the ground drinks your weight, but won't swallow you whole. wind combs its fingers through the wheat, a mother's ......

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...The wind is in from lost town, it is as thin as a knife edge. Razor beaked gulls twist their necks, rolling in the gritty bluster. Lost town sinks beneath churning clouds, its smokestacks jus......

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...[An Autumn kitchen a crucible of y e a s t and y e a r n i n g] Samantha kneads dough with determined hands, she hears Hank's cry—"Vi vi an"—a phantom yeast in the air Her wor......

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...I am blurred lines circling in spirals into the deadly depths of darkness taste of my remorse is flavored with seasoned cream cocktails of regrets I've been caught on a honed k......

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...If you are reading this, then you are special and capable. You have the ability to make a change. My sisters are being married off at a young age. I don't understand! Are we still in the stone a......

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...Aching cold in swirling grey, damp, wet, sharp within the freeze. The loud retort of battering winds. But then the silence... a soundless crystal expanse. The timeless, endless halt of all......

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...Seeking the right answers to all the wrong questions The knife edge resharpens the danger rehoned Seeking the right answers for all the wrong reasons The rumors refester —all truth unatoned ......

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...Fair-minded whale playground, compass dismisses Ceylon sapphire zero horizon echo orchestral chamber Forge rolling bow voyages of uncharted distance Cut water instant recovery, o......

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...The squirrel had been hollowed out only skull, skin and bones remained. I have learned to inspect the dead. Physical remains have secrets for the living. In Kentucky I watched a hunter ‘dre......

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...I watch the buzzard soar Not a wing beat for a mile or more Majestic in natural flight A call that owns the skies A carrion hunter it’s true Living on a knife edge unlike me and you Each ......

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...I often wonder at a knife-edge. I thank, for this, the master craftsman; Shine or dull; sharp; or blunt like a wedge, Within them, hides vast arts a million. Assortments of knife-edges I know. ......

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...Dad could roll a cigarette with just two fingers and the tip of his tongue. I saw him do this once in a wind storm. He would shave close enough to keep his grizzled face blue by moonlight. ......

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...Intuition flares, prancing in ostentatious circles, feather-tip proud. Lugubrious grey wigs speckle gregariously bedecked by flamboyant gems: they flicker frustratingly in stifled Regency bal......

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...Dad could roll a cigarette with just two fingers and the tip of his tongue. I saw him do this once in a wind storm. Magically he would shave just close enough to keep his grizzled face blue......

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