Stevie Taite

Rookie - 318 Points (30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Wipe The Blade Clean - Poem by Stevie Taite

You sharpened your show
of indifference
In attempt to sever
my emotional strings
You twisted the knife
in the soft flesh of situation
But when my back was turned.
You cowardly thing

The death you sought
was to free yourself
And in the fields of my death,
buried your guilt
So you could run
to your greener horizon
Wiping the blade clean
of blood that you spilt


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A old memory

Comments about Wipe The Blade Clean by Stevie Taite

  • Lyn Paul (2/13/2013 3:48:00 PM)


    Memories wiped. Sometimes a good thing.Mr right is waiting for you. (Report) Reply

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  • Valerie Dohren (1/31/2013 5:03:00 PM)


    Sounds like you had a very hurtful experience here Stevie, hope you have recovered. Very well expressed. (Report) Reply

  • Sandy Player (1/26/2013 11:14:00 AM)


    The memory. Reflected to us on that blood stained knife. Keeps itself elusive enough to be interesting. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 25, 2013



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