‘Edges and Fringes’ – a d’Verse poetics prompt
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| Papa, can you visit us from the unknowable beyond to hearten us, for we miss you so and grief’s jagged edges cut us even as the edges of mortal life are clear to us remaining, as we do, on this side living; broken; aching |
Boy, hear me in dreams I call you every night, all night tenderly, I watch over you With love glowing and reaching out to inspire you from beyond the very fringes of life to believe… |
The prompt
The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s ‘Edges and Fringes’ prompt.
Our mission was to spark on one of these paths, and I primarily found my way along the 1st and 3rd paths:
- Write a poem using the word edge;
- Write a poem that keeps Millikin’s question in mind:
- What is the word, the line, that cuts, that can show that edge?
- Write a poem using the word fringe;
- Write a poem from the fringe, however you define it.
The skeptic's kaddish 
Superb
Thanks so much, Flemin – this one was very meaningful to me.
Yours,
David
Wow! this is tenderly beautiful. Loved this poem. 🙂
Thanks, Kitty ❤
-David
You are welcome, David. 🙂
I have read the wonderfully insightful comments prior to mine … I simply want to add that I was incredibly moved by your poetry.
Thank you so much, Helen.
Yours,
David
Beautifully moving, my heart felt it deep. The child remains a child, from my experience, in certain times as this.
That is definitely what it feels like to me, Zelda. I agree with you 100%.
Thank you,
David
You’re most welcome, David–take care of yourself.
you too 🙂
thank you!
Doin’ my best, for an old gal 🙂 Thank you, and you’re most welcome 🙂
Oh I love this, very clever and beautifully written. Reminds me vaguely of Welly Boots by the band The Amazing Devil for some reason. Fantastic work anyways keep it up!
Kassie, that is so kind of you! Thank you very much.
Sincerely,
David
Ah no problem its the truth! But just btw my name is rev not kassie haha
Oops, sorry, Rev!
-David
“Papa” – that very first word introduces the raw emotion and love in this write.
” grief’s jagged edges cut us
even as the edges of mortal life are clear”
So very difficult to lose a loved and treasured parent.
This is a truly beautiful write.
Thank you so very much for the kind comment, Lillian. I actually did call my father “Papa” because the language of our home was Russian. And he really did call me “Boy” (in Russian).
Yours,
David
Hi David, arthritic fingers making typing excruciating, but was here and read — good work!
Thanks so much, Rob! Feel better 😦
Yours,
David
This is a very touching dialogue David! And beyond everything else, what shines out to me is the hope in the message, hope that life and relationships don’t end, they just reach a different medium. And dreams and the semi conscious mind is just the right medium for that.
Thanks so much, Deb
💖
David
How beautifully is loss portrayed here, and poignant and tender response is moving. Such a beautiful write.
Thanks so very much, Bev❣️
Sincerely,
David
I love the duality of that divide… the jagged edge of grief, of any type or separation. Great way to express it.
Thanks so much, Björn. I’m very glad it spoke to you.
Yours,
David
David, this poem is a masterpiece! ❤ Heartfelt, poignant, and very beautiful. Brilliantly composed. I love your format and the colors you used to indicate the dialogue. Amazing how it reads so well left to right as one poem, as well as two separate poems! Thank you for sharing this!
All the best to you and your family. ❤
Cheryl, that is very, very kind of you. Thank you so much for your sweet response.
Yours,
David
The gulf between seems so wide from this side. And in the echo of your cry you hear only your own voice…(k)
Yes, the gulf is vast, Kerfe 😦