The Strangest Knife

A Poem

Published on June 13, 2007 By Hazel Target In Poetry

Every so often
I shed my shades,
lift my lids to the blinding lights--

for of all the ways
that my back has been stabbed,
hope was the strangest knife.

Comments

dynamaso

on Jun 13, 2007

This has such a lovely meter, I can almost hear a melody line for it.

Excellent work...

jennifer1

on Jun 13, 2007

As always a good read.

Buddah Moskowitz

on Jun 13, 2007

Fantastic! As usual.

Thanks.

Shovelheat

on Jun 13, 2007

for of all the ways
that my back has been stabbed,
hope was the strangest knife.

Wow. Excellent.

(But I can't help thinking of that old "be careful what you pray for, you just might get it" thing)

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