The words keep coming
Forming sentences and paragraphs
in my mind.
I should have minded the sharp tip
of the knife.
Red trickles and mixes with the words.
Maybe I could write some lines
out of this.
My finger throbs.
And the words get lost somewhere,
between the band-aid and slab of meat.
Dinner would be late.
You did well to make so much from a kitchen accident, Arlene. Nice work.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks Pete!
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I trust it has healed now
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Yes, thank you Derrick!
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Well done. I can see that Mary Oliver’s straightforward verse has been a good influence. Keep writing poems.
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Thank you so much Elizabeth. I just love mary Oliver.
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what a string of beautiful words despite the mishap. hope it was a small cut. ๐
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Thank you Wilma. It’s getting better ๐
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