Bill Mitton

Rookie (26-03-45 / Salford, England)

Voices On The Edge Of The World (In Honour Of My Fellow Poets) - Poem by Bill Mitton

It is how we are and who we are
that we live out here on the edge
the ragged rim of the world
It’s the nature of our vice
This dark self imposed isolation

Yet the paradox in it shines bright
As the isolation bears heavy
upon our pale and brittle skin
for unless we share our souls
there is but dust in what we do

Each staking a separate claim
along the river of the golden muse
and each naked in hand and heart
bares the working of a soul
tasting the ice in the edges isolation

yet from each site along the rim
the voices of comfort and support
and a song becomes an anthem
so into each isolation a warm voice
‘We know, we understand we’re here’


Comments about Voices On The Edge Of The World (In Honour Of My Fellow Poets) by Bill Mitton

  • Rookie Catherine Mackie (8/11/2006 5:20:00 PM)

    I really like this. I'm trying to write a poem on isolation myself and found this to be clear and effective. Two attributes my poetry seems to lack. And I'm really working on it. Thanks for this. :) (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Moya Levy (1/6/2006 1:53:00 PM)

    With ya Bill! On the edge! ! MoyaXX (Report) Reply

  • Rookie ***** ********* (1/4/2006 7:27:00 PM)

    I love that line too Bill! It's tough being a sad pathetic, fringe poet, but I love it. 10 from Tai, with a certain look in her eye! lol (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Cj Heck (1/4/2006 7:17:00 PM)

    Excellent. I especially like the lines, 'for unless we share our souls
    there is but dust in what we do'... very well done.
    Warmest regards,
    CJ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 4, 2006



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