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Day 20 | April Poetry Month Challenge | Hanging on the Edge

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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Jul 24, 2021

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…


Kelsey Hoople
Kelsey Hoople
Apr 22, 2021


Hanging on the Edge

Gripping, slipping, THINK

life is like that, keep going

hope, like a magnet.


Lana O'Neill
Lana O'Neill
Apr 21, 2021


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’


Linda Pedley
Linda Pedley
Apr 21, 2021

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…

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