It's Tuesday Poetics and we're asked to consider Edges and Fringes. I choose option #1.To use"edge" in my poem. Submitted to dVerse, March 2, 2021.
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We have
Come
To the
Edge of
This thing
We called
Love.
The abyss
Is all
Too great.
I can
No longer
Cling to
My
Perch.
It's a moment where nothing will ever be the same again. Succinct and powerful.
ReplyDeleteOuch!
ReplyDeleteAh you describe that feeling so well Bev. ☺️💕
ReplyDeleteouch, sounds like it could be razor edged ... replied to your question about Harley
ReplyDeleteI love what you've done with the prompt here: a short but poignant poem. Sometimes this happens in love and even then it can be hard to let go.
ReplyDeleteshort and punchy and powerful!
ReplyDeleteShort and bittersweet, Bev!
ReplyDeleteSo much in these few words! There was definitely an edge!
ReplyDeleteVery effective use of the visual to reinforce the idea of edge.
ReplyDeleteEndings are indeed edges.
ReplyDeleteReaching the end there is something nothing else to do than to let go.
ReplyDeleteGood one, Bev! The mystery may be whether they're falling in... or out of love.
ReplyDeleteLove can be so all encompassing that one gets intimidated unwittingly. Short and sweet Bev!
ReplyDeleteHank
Hi Bev, arthritic fingers making typing excruciating, but was here, read, enjoyed 🙂
ReplyDeleteAh .... the abyss, always the abyss. Going, going, gone.
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