A sonnet: “Attempt”


No safety blade; the razor must be straight.
It cuts the best, the fastest: so, most sure.
They say. A kitchen knife cannot be made
to take enough an edge. They say. And more —

The sequence of events important too:
The weaker hand cuts first the stronger one,
That second might the stronger one cut through –
though cut itself – the weaker one. Thus done.

And after that is just to wait while pain,
unbearable at first, diminishes
as it flows out along with crimson stain
until, with all that is, it finishes.

It’s just a gesture, not attempt. They say.
Unless it happens to complete today.

6 thoughts on “A sonnet: “Attempt”

  1. Alice July 31, 2016 / 9:58 pm

    I do not feel comfortable “liking” this poem, if you understand. Still, I wanted to let you know I was here. Witnessing.

    • CassandraToday August 1, 2016 / 7:22 am

      Thank you for your witness. Bloggers want nothing more than to be heard.

      Lest there be a misunderstanding, this is catharsis, not a declaration of intent.

      • Alice August 1, 2016 / 7:28 am

        Understood. (That is how it read to me — still, thanks for confirming!)

  2. Kaushik Prasad December 6, 2016 / 3:36 am

    I’m glad I read this.☺

    • CassandraToday December 13, 2016 / 11:28 am

      Thank you. It comes from something that happened about a year ago. I’m glad I’m still around to write poetry.

      • Kaushik Prasad December 13, 2016 / 1:51 pm

        Poetry is a wonderful thing, keep on it. ☺

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