Jagged edges bleed silver linings when fingers are free to touch the stars; Jagged edges build diamond pillars when vision breaks loose beyond the scars.
Jagged
edges bleed
silver linings
when fingers are
free to touch the stars;
Jagged
edges build
diamond pillars
when vision breaks
loose beyond the scars.
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Liked the look of this poem. But we definitely need to send some global warming your way before you turn into a big creamsicle! 😉
More snow in the forecast… *sigh* Think warm thoughts, quick! 🙂
Profound poem.
Thank you very much! 🙂
I’m totally captivated by the first half, Melody–and am seeing it at the beginning of a book…it’s startlingly good, and full of hope.
Aw, thanks so much. Any ideas for the second half, then??
I wondered if I should say more than I did–whether you might think my phrasing reflected negatively on the 2nd half. That wasn’t my intent–I only felt that the first part was so incisive that it stands alone. And I had an immediate vision of it on the page before a book’s story opens…does that help at all?
I just thought you may have had ideas to make it stronger. I’m not the least bit offended – just interested in honing my craft, getting editorial comments from someone whose opinions I trust. I think I’m ready to start getting more serious about my writing… What do you think?
Oooh, go for it, Mel–you know I’m behind you ALL the way!!!
Another one that give me hope, Melody! Thank you and God bless you!
Thanks Debbie!
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