Chainsaws and Rattlesnakes

I juggle Chainsaws and Rattle snakes
Not knowing if calamity awaits
Each flip of an active act

Risk is always a part of every adventure
Every event
Every job
Every scandal

Is it a poisonous laceration
Or a limb dangling
With no warning
For an incarceration of metaphors

That haunts every thought
Decorating my thoughts
With each injury
With each success

Like playing Russian Roulette
Until numbness for dire consequences
No longer matters
Where each bite,
Each chain gushers
Life giving depletion

Turmoil Hides behind a placid face
Where no one can see
Damages inflicted
By chainsaws and Rattlesnakes



Poetry by Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-04-28 at 16:55

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I started to read with the thought in my mind of How are chainsaws and rattlesnakes related. Your poem explained it. I feel there are very few things we can do these days which don't in some way or other involve risk. Truthfully there's nothing. We even risk breathing in covid from someone else's breath! At our last house we relied on logs for our winter heating, and I had a 24" diameter circular saw for cutting them to length. Lots of safety features of course, but the potential!!!! Blessings, Allen
2026-04-28


Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Kee, your poem reflects to me the difficulty of living in a risk-filled world and the cost of survival. Since your poem is in first person, I feel you are writing about your own survival. It sounds very draining - your placid face not a reflection of your inner turmoil. That sounds so hard.

The Russian roulette part was especially devastating.

Sincerely,
Melinda
2026-04-28