At The Edge Of The Body Poem by Erica Jong

At The Edge Of The Body

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At the edge of the body
there is said to be
a flaming halo-
yellow, red, blue
or pure white,
taking its color
from the state
of the soul.

Cynics scoff.
Scientists make graphs
to refute it.
Editorial writers,
journalists, & even
certain poets,
claim it is only mirage,
trumped-up finery,
illusory feathers,
spiritual shenanigans,
humbug.

But in dreams
we see it,
& sometimes even waking.
If the spirit is a bride
about to be married to God,
this is her veil.

Do I believe it?
Do I squint
& regard the perimeter
of my lover's body,
searching for some sign
that his soul
is about to ignite
the sky?

Without squinting,
I almost see it.
An angry red aura
changing to white,
the color of peace.

I gaze at the place where he turns into air
& the flames of his skin
combine
with the flames of the sky,
proving
the existence
of both.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 27 November 2019

The interrelation and bondage between edge of the body of the loved one and his soul wonderfully unveiled. Well deserved modern poem of the day.

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Lyn Paul 27 November 2019

Amazing write. Read with great interest.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 27 November 2019

So nicely and touchingly it has been inscribed the edge of the body relating to soul. Beautiful poem. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day.

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Anil Kumar Panda 27 November 2019

A nice poem on the existence of a halo around the body. Very nicely crafted and enjoyed reading it. 'I gaze at the place where he turns into air & the flames of his skin combine with the flames of the sky, proving the existence of both.'... is an amazing stanza. Loved it.

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Mahtab Bangalee 27 November 2019

Without squinting, I almost see it. An angry red aura changing to white, the color of peace./// superb expression

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