A perfectly balanced life
I live on the edge of a knife
Expert craftsmanship
Handsomely paid
Exemplary, efforts
Sharpen the line laid
Teetering on your fingertip
I dribble off like sanguine rain
Coloring your examination
Coughing up a sad refrain
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I rely on my frictional companion
Gritty to the touch
Yet, effortlessly, I slide
Across the whetstone of time
Colors stacked
To guide the eye
Refining my path
Restoring my blunted mind
To a sharpened shine since
I live on the edge of a knife
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Through heirloom vegetables and
Aged slabs of meat
I glide with surgical precision
Multiplying portions to avoid defeat
With a frictionless line
I shape and define
Boundaries clear cut
Limits identified
Where I live, confined
To the edge of a knife
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Doused with flowing water
refreshing hand-worked steel
A single lingering drop
Flung from the flashing tip
Replaced in the canvas roll
Tucked and restrained
Like a snug bespoke glove
For I live on the edge of a knife
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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