The Mysterious Blade

A Poem

Sunday morning, I took a stroll by the new peck lane “Oh, so shiny!” My eyes caught a fresh blade Hmm.. what should I do with you? How did you get here and who do you belong to? Maybe you got lost but why did you find me? Should I pick you up or leave you be? I think you need me, come along, maybe I need you too But my doubt is, what do I do with you? Would you whittle my wood — a fine scripture to create or maybe just slice a fruit from my plate An apple, a date? you decide your fate I have some bushes, irking, sitting in my backyard Can you please snip them off with a keeper’s art? But this cold, it’s killing me perhaps, I could use some fire if so you desire Though my wife will say I shall choose to shave But hey! I know you’re here to stay for more than this, to serve a purpose — amiss But shall you feel indifferent at all tell me already before I give myself in, before I give my all

In response to the Never-Ending Poem challenge initiated by Martin Rushton.

Thank you Tej, for tagging me in this challenge, the topic being “Knife”.

My topic for the following writers, or anyone who is interested is “ Death”.

Tree Langdon ♾️, Carolyn Riker, benjamin weinberg, Jasmine Poulton, Teodora Maksimova, Samuel Cracia, Emily-Jane Rafferty, rhoda anne young, Mary Lynne Carpenter, Arundhati Vijay Shinde, Manasi Diwakar, Pamela Simmonds, Alex Kilcannon, Tca Venkatesan, PhD, Victor Sarkin, Martin Rushton, Suntonu Bhadra, Uchechi Obasi, MicheletheTrainer, and Alaska Lynch

Inspired by the poem,