SHAVING
LAYERS
Only my blood could be drawn
with the razor sliding across my flesh,
my life, my soul will continue on
for another heartbeat,
another lifetime,
as the polished steel silently slices
more of what I was away to show
what I have become ‘neath this tired shell.
And I shall die when I am done knowing
that it was not a letting of blood
that caused me to come to this understanding
that nothing is remarkable in dying alone,
dying as I have ever lived
in freedom I carved out of myself.
© M Durfee
12/12/13
reminds me a bit of eustice...in the dawn treader....his dragon flesh torn away to find the boy inside once more....
ReplyDeleteBrian I had that child inside murdered for me when I was just a child. I am fully grown now and becoming incapable of wonder and awe, what is left though is mine and it is free of constraint.
DeletePeel another layer, until you get to the quick.
ReplyDeleteEventually you get to the marrow, and that breaking will be pretty painful, sure enough.
DeleteI may not know poetry to the extent you all do, but my question to you would be, ARE YOU OKAY? This piece has me worried… Or am I being a bit shallow in my interpretation on this?
ReplyDeleteNot shallow Deb , but no I have no intention of harming myself, this old horse ain't done running free yet.
DeleteSo, is next the shocking revelation of a Walking Man barbered?
ReplyDeleteI thought about it but when the med students get the cadaver they may need to use the weed wacker to get through the jungle.
DeleteWait. You shaved?!
ReplyDeleteLOL. Glad to hear it. I mean that you still have the beard.
DeleteYou sure know how to own metaphors.
ReplyDeleteAs Tom Waits sez "how did the razor find my throat?"
Did he ever find the answer?
DeleteMark, I understand that bloodletting can be very liberating. I can't imagine it, tho! xo
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