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To The Edge

To The Edge

A Poem by SPINNING ON that dizzy edge

I wanted to know happiness

outside this darkened day.

The sting of love unrealized

won't quickly fade away.

 

We came on strong.

We burned out fast.

Somehow I knew

we wouldn't last

 

This dance of time

that fades away.

The lover's song

to shades of grey

 

But still there glows

a red hot blaze

of stolen nights

on certain days.

 

A promise filled

or whispered pledge?

For now I'm standing

on the edge...

 

 

 

 

Kath Nehls  11/11/08

 

 

 

 

© 2008 SPINNING ON that dizzy edge


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This dance of time
that fades away.
The lover's song
to shades of grey

I loved this stanza! I really liked how you reflected on how sometimes the boisterous love that seems to be our only focus at a young age tends to shift and turn to this gray as time drags along. A well written thoughtful piece. I also like your style, well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SPINNING ON that dizzy edge

9 Years Ago

thank you for the thoughtful review....



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Again that cusp of thought projected throughout inward perspective as feeling..good piece

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SPINNING ON that dizzy edge

9 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words.... time changes things.... for the good and bad....
This dance of time
that fades away.
The lover's song
to shades of grey

I loved this stanza! I really liked how you reflected on how sometimes the boisterous love that seems to be our only focus at a young age tends to shift and turn to this gray as time drags along. A well written thoughtful piece. I also like your style, well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SPINNING ON that dizzy edge

9 Years Ago

thank you for the thoughtful review....
We came on strong.
We burned out fast.
Somehow I knew
we wouldn't last

Sometimes we just have to have it, even knowing that it won't last. Is that taking happiness where you find it or is that being blind? I'm not sure. Your sad poem has left me wondering...

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well worded.

My favorite is the closure -

for now I'm standing on the edge.

Love can bring us to a sudden halt and the only thing left is memories and sometimes pain.

I feel like this poem could have a sequel to it. Hmmmm, just an idea.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Oh I love this. The lines:

"But still there glows
a red hot blaze
of stolen nights
on certain days."

jumped off the page at me. How wonderfully you have woven these words together to impart so much.




Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I was blown away by this poem, absolutely floored. I see tweaks that I would make (but don't I always?)
I'll shoot you a PM with my niggles but know that they in NO way diminish the chill that this poem sent through my being.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 3 people found this review constructive.

I absolutely love this piece! It flows well and I agree it reads like a song. You have captured this all too familiar feeling flawlessly. Excellent!!!

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I love the playful way you use words...

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Lovely rocking cadence to this. Excellent.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

The thoughts of love unrealized
don't quickly fade away. --- So very, very true.

This is really very beautiful and I am definitely glad that I stopped in to read it.
Great write, Kath.
Ironic, isn't it, that sometimes the saddest times produce the most beautiful poems of all.



This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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