once young blades

June 27, 2006

young blades
who once ripped
through life,

cutting from
infinite possibilities,

now rust in a heap.

They long for the grip
of hammered hands

to spray
fine sweet dust
into the day

like mighty whales!

One Response to “once young blades”

  1. qazse Says:

    I was tempted to add this last line:
    “in a wooden sea”

    I kinda like it but wonder – would it be mixing metaphors? Or, is it reinforcing to the original metaphor?

    What do you think?


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