
I wait here
dangling on the edge
of this forever night
afraid to take a breath
less
you breathe your last
back and forth
I will the hands back
to when you were a child
with a song
always on your lips
look around
at anything but the present
circumstances
hold a butterfly
rather than
what can’t be changed
and your life
is it worth dangling
from a chain
no longer winding the clock
the beat of your heart
frozen on your lips
air that I’m afraid
to breathe
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. In 2019, we have an exciting project. We are working with a team developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2012 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the (quiet) originator of the idea and co-producer of One Stop Poetry.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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I like the line, “And your life,is it worth dangling from a chain?” Would the people whom it’s meant for understand? I wonder!
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sadly few do when they are on the edge
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The opening lines fo the poem set the tone so very well.
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__The beat of your heart, that winding the clock, and the butterfly transforms; all keeping valued time… of valued life.
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So many small things that add up to so much – thanks Magyar
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I pray for everyone to find the balance before that final step…
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