On the knife edge of poetry
you perch,
your bloody feet poised to leap
into my soul.
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Shawn L. Bird 
You know, from this verse I imagine the “feet” being interchangeable with both the poet and the reader of the poem. But… that’s how my mind is going at the moment. Have a good one, Shawn.
The subject is perching on his/her feet in my version, but the reader must find his/her own meaning. 😉
Less is more
Always
Well- except in Fluevogs
Absolutely perfect.
Thanks
Little toes curled around the blade … words crawling into the veins … good poetry is my soul … loved this poem Shawn & this is what I feel & see!
Glad you liked it, Annie
Oh yes … was a great way to wake up this morning … love your posts!
Perfect…you gifted lady.
lol Thank you, Hollie
Cool.
Thanks