Thursday 30 August 2012

Nothing pinned




In one flick I let it go
like a knife-thrower at a circus
and it strikes home
trembling at its place
beside your face
but nothing is pinned
it leaves you free
to walk away

 

Did I tell you
my foremothers
were hewers of wood
and tillers of land?
they had nothing to do
with throws of sharp edged knives
at love or life.
Or poetry.




How then have I wandered
into this marquee
in sequinned
leotards, you and me?
distorted blood in my veins
knife in hand, between my teeth
cutting silver arcs
in the air and nothing pinned.



For OPL@dVerse

16 comments:

  1. wow....really interesting middle stanza seperating you from your heritage....i have a few wood hewners in my line....how did we end up here...the pinning nothing as well is evocative...

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    1. I don't know how I got here....all I know is that I have to keep throwing the knives...otherwise they will cut me to pieces :) Thank you for visiting, reading and the feedback.

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  2. nice...i like the throwing of knives yet nothing pinned...leaving the other free to listen or walk away...words can be like that..i like the excursion to your forefathers as well.. and warm welcome at dVerse

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    1. Thank you for your warm words and feedback! Love the buzz at dVerse. It's upto the listeners/readers where they take the knives, isn't it?

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  3. like your poem, nicely done.

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  4. Aha how NB you are just so magician with words!!! Loved it loved every line of it ...

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    1. No, no, not magician...knife-thrower ;-) Thank you for reading and the support, Ramya. Truly value it!

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  5. Very magical words from you my friend. Also deep with a bit of tenderness. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Thank you, Andy. Glad you enjoyed it. Always a pleasure to hear from you.

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  6. This is cool. The last stanza is my favorite. It says something about life's mysteries....it's an incredible metaphor. The whole poem just strikes a chord with me.

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  7. Thank you Jessica...glad you enjoyed it

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  8. I love the journey your words take. Love is but a mystery!

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    1. That's true! the biggest mystery of them all...thanks for coming by

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