The Edge

The short time left between now and going to University...

So here we are at the age of adulthood, soon to move on.

Right now we have pens to the paper.

Then there’ll be rest.

Then we’ll be gone.

       I'm stressed, you’re tired and everyone’s jaded.

       We swear at the exam papers,

       Snap at those we love,

       As angry words are traded.

               The simplest things become arduous;

               Adding up sums,

               Spelling corectly:

               All so strenuous...

                      Yet, after all this effort there is summer

                      The sun and the barbeques

                      The parties and the drink

                       No classes so probably getting dumber!

                             I imagine us all in a field, kicking back

                             We’ll be talking rubbish

                             We’ll be talking perfect sense

                             Still, there’s something I can’t hack...

                                      These last two years have gone so fast

                                      And I know without warning

                                      The atmosphere will grow cold

                                      And summer will have flown past

                                                   At that moment I’ll cling to the ledge

                                                   Wishing to stay at school

                                                   Rather than be pushed toward Uni,

                                                   Rather than be pushed toward the edge.

Author's Note

Apologise if the structure isn't clear...it was clearer on the word doc.
I'm not worried about going to University, quite excited some days, but other days like today I realise what/who I'll miss.

Reviews

[Aleyah]

Very good poem, saddening subject matter I suppose, but also kind of makes one a bit melancholy...after all the jiggery pokery is done with...you know...you have to "grow up", which is a good thing and a bad thing at the same time. Erm, I'll stop rambling. Anyhow, I like how you rhymed in a clever way with some of the words, the meaning of this poem is very truthful and something a lot of people can relate to. wonderful piece :D

[李[A]]

Again with all your poems, it seems that your organizational structure is just amazing. It seems to help build your natural flow of the piece too! I really enjoy the fact that this poem deals with the blooming from a younger age; the loss of innocence, and childhood, (even teen days in this case) seem to portray such a message. Thanks for sharing this!

[Talia Renee]

I'll have to remember to read this poem again when I'm ready to leave home in a couple years, because it describes one of the biggest transitions people have to face. I love it! :)

[fakingsupah]

i liked it, though im not sure if you screwed up spelling the word correctly correctly or not. but it looks good that way so leave it. some of the better poetry i've read on here! at least yours made sense and was written creatively.

[Sleeping Maiden]

Great write! I love it. Such sadness flowing through here. And i can totally relate to this poem! Its hard growing up and leaving the place we spent the most in(high school). I, myself, still miss high school.. and *sigh* still wish i could go back. Being a college student is really different.
I definately enjoyed your poem! =D

[MysticMirage]

Beautiful and powerfully expressed. The concrete form of the poem bears the feel of moving on yet each stanza stands at the same place showing some kind of resistance or doubt (visual aspects are as important as the poem itself at times).

I remember the summer I was waiting for the university results and my feelings were real close as you have portrayed above. Well done indeed!

[Honourfish]

portrayed your feelings wonderfully well mate :P I feel the same way and its nice to have some form of words to relate to!

[Yina]

Great job:) Almost makes me feel like I'm the one leaving