Poetry and poësie

Photographik by De Waal Venter

Cutting edge

The sheet of white paper
opens up
between night and day.
On the one side it is written
in pale breath on timeless sleep
packed with parsecs of lightless vistas.

On the other side
it is being written
in the red of neatly contained
arterial content
streaming from the heart,
a crowd celebrating
the invisible beginning
of a new year.

New words chase each other
as they lift their heads
out of the still ground,
red poppies after the rain.

The sheet is thin,
nothing is written on the cutting edge,
this is where you are now.