She is the subtle knife,
slid between the ribs of reason.
The subtle knife that slides
into my heart and cuts it up,
with far less subtlety
than I deserve.
She is the subtle knife,
slid between the ribs of reason.
The subtle knife that slides
into my heart and cuts it up,
with far less subtlety
than I deserve.
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This poem says so much in a short frame..Love it!
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Thank you! Brevity is my middle name lol. Actually, my last few poems have been longer, so it was time me for something short and sweet. Or bitter, in this case 😉
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I write poetry, too. It is one of my therapeutic methods. I was drawn to your style immediately. Great flow and texture.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Just being honest….check out my sight and give me some feedback when ya get a chance or if you want to.
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No worries 🙂
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She might be subtlety, but the poem isn’t – packs a wallop!
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Thanks, VJ! I really appreciate your feedback 🙂
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LOVE this! The assonance is brilliant and the concept is so versatile.
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Thanks! Glad you liked it 🙂
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Deep and such poignant lines, Steve and a perfect picture too.
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Thank you, much appreciated 🙂
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Welcome.
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