WFSC Creative Writing Facilitators, Mike Deregowski and Kelsey Hoople, challenge you to participate in national poetry month. 1 poem per day for 30 days with no working ahead. 😉
Overall theme 'When Life Changes'.
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Day 20 | April 20th | Hanging on the Edge
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Hanging on the Edge
See this, the tip of a boot-toe
Hanging over a precipice too tall;
In the grey-cloud skys of yester-morn, two choices come-and-go -
To take a step back, a moment in time, or brace for the fall.
But fear holds you close, like a hurt love, fangs dripping a lovers blood,
As you quiver and quake, awash in the pain yet-to come;
You forget that a moment can come to two choices, a flood
Of a flow of things to bury the lonesome.
On the edge, you wait, hanging like a kite about to take
A flight or a fall, you can't quite say,
For the winds are wicked, tempting like the snake
To the Eve…
Hanging on the Edge
Gripping, slipping, THINK
life is like that, keep going
hope, like a magnet.
DAY 20- HANGING ON THE EDGE
Only in a memory, can I stroll
the grounds of Northlands Park
during Klondike Days on a hot
summer day in July, inhaling the
aroma of corn dogs, popcorn and
mini-donuts while throngs of
fair-goers cross my path and I,
theirs, less than six feet apart.
Only in a memory can I relive
riding the Polar Express when it
calls to me through the crowds
using blaring police sirens and
loud rock music as a guide onto the
slow-moving, undulating metal
platform, into a three-seat car
gaining backwards momentum.
Only in a memory can I feel the
rush of adrenalin course through
me when a booming voice
asks us if ‘we wanna go faster’
April 20th – Hanging on the Edge
Hanging on the edge of a round and round world
My life spinning before my eyes
Hands flailing, failing as the globe twirled
Land. Water. Oceans. Air. Skies.
Sailing on the edge of a deep ocean
Eyes wide open to take in the view
So many things come to me in pure emotion
So often I try not to think of you.
A world turned upside down side up
Can’t explain the feeling deep within
It would be easy, so easy to give in and give up
But then again where would we start to begin.
Hanging on the edge of a fantasy
Not knowing what’s real anymore
Feeling the pull of desire…