Twirling Blade, Twinkling Snowflakes, and the Patina of Bloodline Oak

Breathe.
He sits at the table solving the worlds problems
rolling the silvery blade between his fingers
like an accomplished knife thrower in his own circus.
One false move,
or one true move
could start it all or end it all.
Starry pink snowflakes danced before him.
He spent most of his time there
at the table grandfather saved ten years
of pennies for, to pass down the bloodline.
Wondering,
past the mirror to his soul,
to where the worlds problems are
solved in silence and paranoia.
Wondering,
through to the oaks patina,
what that sheen might look like
from the inside out
when the smell
was that of dirt and mold
and not of nothing and blood.
It all started out so fresh.
The first always so clean and free.
He loathed conceding he was,
Wondering.
Which would be cleaner ?
Which would be more free ?
Shimmering pink snowflakes,
or the hypnotic sparkling edge.
Rolling the silvery blade between his fingers
like the accomplished gambler
in his own Monte Carlo.
Waiting,
for the one true move.
The ball drop into a numbered pit
on the spinning patinaed oak wheel.
the one false move that ends it all.
Starry pink snowflakes dancing before him.
Breathe.

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About The Emotional Orphan

I am a museum of past affection. A wax museum in the sun.
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9 Responses to Twirling Blade, Twinkling Snowflakes, and the Patina of Bloodline Oak

  1. last_lines says:

    Love this. You have created texture with your words.

  2. Kavita says:

    Wow… your words have conjured up a suspenseful drama … wish I knew the end – did he or didn’t he make the right move?!
    An excellent poem!

    • The end is this: The choice at hand was not the real choice. That came later. And today he lives free , with a reminder of poems and stories to keep him from having to make that choice again.

      Did I see your name at the Little Episodes Site? If so friend me there.

      Thanks for the read and comment.

      • Kavita says:

        Hmm.. I liked this end 🙂
        Now ..what IS this Little Episodes thingie? (it also means, “No, I ain’t there…at least not till you tell me what it’s all about”) 🙂

  3. deadpoet88 says:

    Dark, very dark, and absolutely brilliant! Very vivid imagery. I loved your references to the pink snowflakes. This is an excellent poem! You’re very talented 🙂

  4. Beautifully dark written:) I love the flow of the poem which drive through it 😛 Th scenery is very wonderful and dark :3 I enjoy this and thank for this wonderful work:)

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