THE EDGE

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    THE EDGE

    THE EDGE

    Cracked gray sky, flakes falling from
    on high; smell of warm smoke in the air.
    A river of white stretches from here
    to the edge of nowhere.

    The Hemlock Forest stretches far and wide
    and consumes the light of day;
    as if waiting for time to fade away.
    The air is thick with smells
    of rust and decay.

    A sea eats the land turning it
    into sand; far as the eye can see.
    The smell of salt reminds me of
    what I used to be. Now the wind
    makes no sound as I stare out to
    the very edge of the bright blue sky and sea.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    79VETTE’s Poems (41)

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    UNOPENED BOOKS 2
    THE EDGE 0
    LOVE 1
    SILENCE OF SNOW 0
    MEMORIES OF A BLUE BUNGALOW 0
    A TENEMENT ON JONES STREET 1
    RED SKY’S IN THE MORNING 3
    BLACK KNIGHT 1
    SAINT ELMO’S FIRE 3
    SUNDAY MORNING GUILT ENOUGH TO GO AROUND 1
    NO MATTER AT $4.95 1
    THE BOX 1
    THE WHEEL TURNS 1
    UP THE BLUE STAIRS 1
    THE KISS 1
    A QUESTION OF SLEEP 1
    EARLY MORNING COFFEE 1
    Crimson Leaf 1
    A QUESTION OF YESTERDAY 4
    3 A. M. 2
    LOUIS 4
    THE RIVER 6
    FOUR POEM ABOUT DIFFERENT THINGS 1
    COACH 10 SEAT 12 2
    In The Name of the Father 2
    ECHOES OF DARKNESS AND LIGHT 1
    MYSTIC DREAM 1
    EARTHS BREATH 3
    THE FERRYMAN 3
    Winter Tide 3
    SCARLET RIBBON 3
    THE CROW 5
    THE HOUSE & AUNT MILDRED 5
    WINTER OF 33 2
    Rain in a Tin Cup 4
    PARRISH:CONFE
    SSIONS OF AN ALCOHOLIC
    2
    Crystal of Time 0
    Invisible People 1
    HOW I LONG 1
    THE BOXWOOD TREE 2
    THE EMPTY ROOM 3