Paper Cut
An unlikely weapon
Empty white paper
A blood sister’s razor
sharp complaint
Red vertical line
on horizontal blue
is a thin excuse
a slow to heal
stinging edit
a poet’s occupational
hazard
"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman
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October 29th, 2008 8:24 am
This is a great poem.
Short and direct. xo
October 29th, 2008 2:09 pm
I really enjoyed this poem, Colleen and enjoyed, too, reading in the previous post of how it came into being. I had an idea for a poem when I was driving to the grocery store today, then completely forgot it when I got there. Maybe it will come back to me later.
A side comment: This is not a poetic observation, but isn’t it amazing how much a paper cut hurts?
October 29th, 2008 2:36 pm
Yes, I agree. Such a slight slash that lasts. About as bad as a torn cuticle. I’m fearful of paper cuts and how they can sneak up on you.
March 23rd, 2011 11:07 pm
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