I love to live here on the edge
perched high upon this ledge
between then and now…
between when and how
Living out these poetic days
hiding quietly in this haze
with dipped pen in hand
ready to make my last stand
For I do so love to behold
each and every sharp threshold
step right up to the very brink
here within this, my realm of ink
Knowing an unsigned confession
always remains my dearest possession
to keepsake all its own…
for own who refuses to atone
So, I will keep here to myself
with my vantage upon this shelf
watch the world unfurled below
captured within this ever inky flow








Oooh, I really enjoyed this.
The first and last stanzas were like book ends.
Superb, S.
between then and now…
between when and how..
Wow Wow Wow
Brilliantly penned, LDF. Incredible read my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian