~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

I'm not sure but am going to try. It echos to me.


THE EDGE

Have you stood there at sunset, ever looked down from a ledge
Ledge
from the place where you do write, way up high on a cliff’s edge
Edge
It's your ledge that is so high, hidden up there in a cloud
Cloud
Soon becoming an image clear, in what seems a foggy shroud.
Shroud
Words soon turn into pictures, that speak out so very loud,
Loud
Especially when those words, are heard below by a crowd.
Crowd
A crowd where the image seen, then within their mind will grow
Grow
Like a seed that you planted, one that in time they will sow.
Sow.