Over the Edge

by N J Thornton   Feb 20, 2007


I think -
o'er the edge I trailed,
with a circus and a splint.
Apple seeds wedged 'tween my teeth,
yearned for dusk and dank.

But the earliest I'd heard of tea,
was noon.
As caffeine swilled your ego,
soon Mother, was lesser.

Then as my foot was clutched
by naked breath
and taut for a bridge,
your soapy hand fooled my eyes.

O'er the edge -
mocked and broken.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Dark Demise

    Wow, great poem, uniqe style of writeing, very different, I like it, it is a little short, but it's still very nice, 5/5,

  • 17 years ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    Omg.... i don't know what to say.
    I can totally relate to this poem. Were this an Emily D! ckinson poem in the collection that i have, i would have put a slip of post-it note on that page to remind me one of my favorite ones by her is on that page.
    Incredible, and i love how you used "naked breath"
    it kind of gave me the chills...
    or maybe it's the weather?
    Incredible poem
    5/5
    ~stephen white

  • 17 years ago

    by silence kills

    You have an interesting way of writting, it's very different, but i like that

  • 17 years ago

    by Aussie

    Amazing. very deep. i like how u use ur words:)

  • 17 years ago

    by Kat

    This was great keep up the good work

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