Near Death

When the sharpest knife I own fell through my hands
bounced off the floor
and tried to ravage me
I came reasonably close to serious injury
death even
yet I didnt feel the need to share the news
with anyone

the murderous kitchen utensils
the stupid left turns
are they not worth a mention?
a conversation?
are they not opportunities to rejoice
with loved ones?
why do we not throw lavish parties or even modest parties
to celebrate our triumphs
in the wake of death’s glances?

Cruel world it is.

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2 thoughts on “Near Death

  1. Miranda Stone says:

    You’re far less dramatic than me, Ian. I would have told everyone.

    • Lol. I think there are times when i do share things like that with my wife, but sometimes they will slip my mind. It amazes me, but yes I suppose I am generalizing in the 2nd half of the poem!

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