Julie Dant

Rookie (August 7,1951 / Illinois)

Upon The Brink - Poem by Julie Dant

Teetering here
Upon the brink
Of lofty self-delusion

Life trudges on
Days crawl by
Introduction to confusion

Visions of what might be
Thoughts of what is now
One-is named Illusion

Ticking T.N.T.
Smoldering want-of what?
Urgently needing defusion

Perhaps in life
In distant past
Began, then, the allusion

Of future choices
Shrouding clear thought
Surely marking retribution

Teetering here
Upon the brink
Of fantasy’s sensual convolutions

Teetering here
Upon the brink
Of monstrous mental revolutions

The choice:
To leap into which abyss
To illicit emotional fusion


Comments about Upon The Brink by Julie Dant

  • (10/9/2007 3:04:00 AM)

    Looking for passion in our lifes, we need such moments to feel alive, fighting the never ending boring Routine, just need to feel loved you see...10 (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 14, 2011


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