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There’s a vicious edge
On everything
Jobs, relationships
Jokes, games
Living in our neighborhoods
Like adding blades to shoes
Not for skating
But for slicing into Earth when
We walk or run,
Until the planet bleeds
C L Couch
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July 14, 2020 at 3:28 pm
Another or your short, incisive poems. This is so effective.
July 14, 2020 at 6:21 pm
Thank you! I must admit, I tend to like the shorter ones as well.
July 14, 2020 at 7:11 pm
It might be a question of attention span, but I think shorter poems have a greater impact, less rambling. By the end of a long poem, I have sometimes forgotten what I thought the poem was about.
July 15, 2020 at 1:28 am
I relate. In school, I often lost my way through long works. Evangeline? I guess it’s about someone named Evangeline. Ovid’s Metamorphoses stuck, but then really it’s a series of discrete stories.
July 14, 2020 at 5:35 pm
So true, Christopher.
July 14, 2020 at 6:22 pm
Thank you, Len. I appreciate your saying so.
July 14, 2020 at 6:42 pm
Unfortunately the case. I am saddened by this “vicious edge”.
July 15, 2020 at 1:11 am
Yes, me, too!
July 15, 2020 at 12:08 pm
This is really profound
July 15, 2020 at 9:29 pm
I’m really glad you think so. Thank you!
July 19, 2020 at 5:28 pm
You have summed up our time sadly too well. The earth bleeds and we bleed along with it!
July 20, 2020 at 12:35 am
There is a tragic truth–that could be wonderful–that Earth and we are connected. Our presents and our futures.