it twists and turns
this road
and not easy to traverse by
any means
avoiding the infinite
fall into footsteps
of behemoths and other
rough beasts who have
trod this way before
fellow travelers
blindfolded all
led by sense of smell
and is it lilies or
the rot of decay
eye-closed pilgrims
don’t see the road
for what is is, a knife
sliding between the ribs as
it twists and turns
——
for
Jane Doughtery Writes
Poetry challenge #48: Circles and cycles
Words and Feathers 
Wow. The “twists and turns” of the road in life are expected, but “a knife/ sliding between the ribs…” – and between the road and its twists…! Did Not expect that, or I should say: did not see it coming with eyes closed as in the poem. Great ending, both startling and visceral.
Thanks very much!
“and is it lilies or the rot of decay”. That line really struck me. You have a way with dark words.
Thanks. I actually wish I didn’t focus so much on it, you know. At least I’m getting it out there.
I’ve read a lot of your poetry and quite a bit of it has humour, too. Even some of the dark stuff. It all comes across as very honest.
Thank you for that. 😀
Wow
Lilies and decay is very evocative, and I too like the introduction of the knife, twisting and turning.
Thank you, Jane.
Your lines sneak up and get the reader like that knife between the ribs.
Thank you. 😀
Amazing poem. I can only echo what others have said.
Thank you!
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Death by the road
Or kill trying
Love this
As always Sheldon
Thank you, Sheldon. I appreciate your taking the time to read and communicate!