First Cut Is The Deepest

Remembering that darling bite
First cut was the most intimate
A single wound errands into an indication
Completely unsuspecting
The indication appears familiar
Ruminations and impulses
Echoing of jolly, now;
I'm not breathing
Lost in a world hidden
Unknown personages appearing
Manifestations I can't comprehend
Leaving me in fear
Now memoirs au fait
Not even a little faint
It was a spectacle at sight
Could've been better later that night
But in spite of the time
The espy picture of love lavish
That intimate moment was definite
Unquestionable was the sole cut
That first wound bite.

by Prince Kanokanga

Comments (4)

Yes dear friend..it was your title that lured me here Lonesome as some day tend to be.... And heart to friends does wish to turn Who perhaps in haste of work and daily pressure We left untended dear, with love to treasure
Yes dear friend..it was your title that lured me here Lonesome as some day tend to be.... And heart to friends does wish to turn Who perhaps in haste of work and daily pressure We left untended dear, with love to treasure
Thank you Frederick, I will most certainly do so. I have found a kindred spirit in you. Your poetry is purely and simply among the brightest hopes I have seen. You are going on my list and if your others are as good as this one, I'll have something to look forward to. Avery fine job. What a poem should be. GW62
A nice poem frederick, i know i can read your poetry and feel good which has it's place in the world, friend's certainly do, i think you have plenty Kind regard; s Allan james saywell