Honey Off a Thorn

Mette Grøngaard beautonart.dk

Mette Grøngaard beautonart.dk

We are the wolves
licking history’s blade
honed as it is to razor`edge
driven by the scent of blood
even tho it be our own
bent on extinction

We know nothing
but our own appetites
baited by our insatiability
fouling the water we drink
not weighing the cost
of our indulgences

One day we’ll say
we had no idea what
we were doing back then
while the truth will recall
we were wolves licking
history’s slick blade

“My grandfather always said that living
is like licking honey off a thorn.” ~ Louis Adamic

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Honey Off a Thorn

  1. Talia Hardy says:

    Ha Peter. Paul comments often make me smile.

    Liked by 1 person

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