On the edge of line I stood
On one side is my home
On other side too is my home
But I have no home to stay in
I slept on the edge in light
And walked on it in night
With wandering souls I said
At least you, rest in tomb
In hear came the milky ones
As well as silky and shaky
With many dreams and hopes
Only for silence to linger hear
On this edge I hear the songs
And the cries in the breeze
Far from both sides of this line
But in hear its calm forever
This line tells me many tales
Some are faery tales to smile
Some are teary tales to share
But all its tales are truly fair
the first verse is kinda tricky which makes the whole more interesting... nice write!
I agree with Yoonoos. The stanza formation is symmetrical and the images are vivid.
On this edge I hear the songs And the cries in the breeze wonderful meditative confessional poem 10/10
I agree. Most of the thinking, feeling people feel that they are on the edge.Undecided, confused and disoriented in many moments of life. Well penned.
it seems that this line is in a state of limbo, alive yet dead and searching which way should he go. intresting write
'Some are teary tales to share, But all its tales are truly fare.' Some of life's experiences are sad and difficult to share. At times we cry, Life is hard, but fair. A lovely poem.
' I slept on the edge in light ' that is a rally great line - BRAVO
I have homes but I have no home-seems to be a paradox, yet the poem speaks well through out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yah! like pleasure of time....a timeless expression of life...a dream a God bless 10 +