Self-Portrait with Knife
Lacking benefit of prayer or belief,
it slips through flesh,
praising its temerity. Or,
parting the onion’s core, reclaims
the right to weep.
How many nights have we shared
these pleasures? I smooth the blade
with steel, listening to the fine hum.
“Self-Portrait with Knife” first appeared here in January 2015.
O at the Edges 
Love the title!
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So pleased you like it. Thank you!
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Certainly an interesting take. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for reading it, S.B. Much appreciated.
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The phrase “praising its temerity” adds a chilling twist to your knife’s steely character. A very fine touch.
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My knives are interesting. 🙂
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Initially read it as soothe, not smooth. There is definitely a solace in it — great poem.
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i like that reading – soothe! Thanks, C.
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The knife painted a precise and sharp self-portrait. Robert, you have an edge to your writing that is incisive and profound, and your steely dry humour always makes me smile …..
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Ah, thank you, Ivor. Today the rocks in my head are just settling down…
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