Oh, it’s been awhile (again!). And writing poetry when you haven’t written poetry in a while is like going to the dentist for a root canal. Anyway. Thank you to Lisa for this thought-provoking post on dVerse. I am happy to take part–you know, after the swelling went down. 😉
I have used both fringe and edge in this poem.
Winter Mind Snow clings to the edge of the field a last vestige of winter in a year where winter stranded in hearts daffodil flowered April through sultry August where summer embraces echoed memories of a narrow distant past. At the fringes of the field lie fragments of the lost the cast aside the dead the breathing forgotten our souls, goodness humanity, a fraught stranger seeking remission. Sascha Darlington
“winter stranded in hearts” and all of those things “at the fringes of the field” and the state of our souls, such an helpless dis-ease to exist within. I hope the cure comes soon. Glad you decided to go through the “root canal” to create this gem, Sascha.
Me, too, Lisa. So many thanks!