cut, suture, close.

December 22, 2011

now becomes again
the second hand
starts anew
till the sun’s rays
paint this day’s blade
the colour of rust
refraction red deep
beyond certainty’s white
the catechism of being
cauterised
question marks hang
from beautifully-torn lips
one wound
two commas
and stop

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5 Responses to “cut, suture, close.”

  1. nice….i like the cadence of your piece…cauterised question marks hang on beautifully torn lips…love the contrast in that and vivid imagery…

  2. Wow. L9 to the end blew me away (of course everything prior set it up masterfully).

  3. Love the imagery and the cutting edge of time. Sometimes life is a wound between the pause of commas. Especially apt as it enhances the title. Awesome poem!

  4. bajanpoet said

    Love this poem so much…

    My favourite image

    “the sun’s rays
    paint this day’s blade
    the colour of rust”

    Well done!

  5. Louise said

    Wow….super writing & great imagery…much enjoyed, Peter!

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