pearls

that’s not where

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2009/07/30
that’s not where

the razor's edge has not yet caught my wrist -
and though that's not where all my hopes are pinned,
of all my targets, how's that one been missed?

uncertainty and luck must coexist
where one does not the other's word rescind -
the razor's edge has not yet caught my wrist

my legs and arms and face are on the list
so how is it this one vein's not been skinned?
of all my targets, how's that one been missed?

my aim is off or something of that gist
like when my blood with alcohol's been thinned -
the razor's edge has not yet caught my wrist

it's got me and my panties in a twist
how that part's spared the hell for how i've sinned -
of all my targets, how's that one been missed?

which other piece of me's not been so kissed?
should i deny my voice so harsh a wind?
the razor's edge has not yet caught my wrist
of all my targets, how's that one been missed?

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  1. namelessneed said, on 2009/07/30 at 13:28

    Jaysuss neighbor, we need a calm word, coffee or a drink and a steady horizon view (the kind that helps with sea sickness) PLEASE be calm too &
    keep on

  2. mags said, on 2009/07/30 at 13:33

    rough night, it was. there are bound to be more of those the minute i walk out the front door here. comes and goes. comes then really really goes. and goes and goes and goes

    i did try coffee this morning, it didn’t sit well. as if hell weren’t already unbearable enough, and they don’t serve decent coffee here? almost makes me regret having sinned

         a word to the would-be-wise is in order
         listen up and hear this one well
         get your caffeine fix before you cross the big border
         - they don't serve you coffee in hell
     
    

    i have no cause to complain. except it isn’t the sea making me this sick

    . lady mags

  3. Samantha said, on 2009/08/01 at 02:10

    such sharp and painful images this evokes.. a slow torture, we put ourselves through, sometimes.
    sometimes, fate is held by a whisper of hope…
    listen.. as it says, “miss! miss!” and, “miss again!”

    I wish you well.

    • lady maggie said, on 2009/08/01 at 12:10

      *wee smile*

      i’m such a natural at missing targets and i’ve had so very much practice at it, you’d think missing this one would come easier to me

      i do still hear that whisper, though

      thank you for your wishes

      .m


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