Chasm Poem by Mary Havran

Chasm

Rating: 4.7


On the edge I stand
Constructing paper airplanes
Crisp clean fresh sheets
Free of any dark remark
Regrets, recriminations
Would only weigh them down

Hope the force that lifts
Fate determines course
Urged by gentle thoughts
Love or luck sees them across

Dove gray morning moments
Whispering pink dawns
Busy blue-sky days
Shouting orange sunsets
My thoughts sail out toward you

Whether under full faced Moon
Or tiny silver slivered smile
Moonlit, Moonless
Starlit, Starless,
Paper planes I launch

Hoping you might walk
The chasms edge and find
Crumpled gliders there

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aldo Kraas 06 November 2007

Thanks for sharing it

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Ted Ednar 10 November 2007

Nice thoughts sounds like a relationship that is also on the edge... hope it surrvived.

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Tiffanie Lau 17 November 2007

thank you for this poem. i could really relate to it as a reader.

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Robert Howard 19 December 2007

Charmingly fresh metaphor. The rhythm and language flow beautifully.

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Ben Gieske 27 December 2007

I liked these rhymes and use of repeted consonants. Whether under full faced Moon Or tiny silver slivered smile Moonlit, Moonless Starlit, Starless, Paper planes I launch An original way of presenting your thoughts and wishes.

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Manonton Dalan 28 January 2016

building dreams to crumble after

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Brian Robbins 27 January 2008

Images are so clear that I want to go out and look for some of those 'crumpled gliders'

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Jack Barrett 24 January 2008

Beautifully done Mary.

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L. K. Thayer 06 January 2008

really gorgeous choice of words, images and sentiment. thank you

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Ivor Hogg 02 January 2008

Masterly in construction and delivery

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