Edge of a Verge (poem) by Ronald W. Hull on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on January 26, 2017

So before that next wallop comes around the bend,
get yourself up, out, and active before, "The End."

Most probably, this is wise advice, Ron. I feel an "uncertainty" in these troubled and chaotic times. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Neta Q

Reviewed on January 25, 2017

I felt a warmth in my eyes by the end of this reading. We live such busy chaotic lives perhaps unknowingly propelled by our faith pulling us to an early 'end'. Thank you Mr. Hull for helping us understand not to judge others by their seeming lack of discipline in not living 'orderly' lives.

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on January 24, 2017

Time will certainly answer your first two questions. I choose to fully embrace eschatology. Everything that can be shaken will be shaken in order to reveal those things that cannot be shaken. We are in those days. All the best...

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Reviewed on January 22, 2017

An excellent poetic warning that one can apply to many experiences, especially the present experience of what many feel is White House mockery. Tell enough lies and even the strongest become jaded and sigh, WTF and have another drink.

Reviewed by Charles Neff

Reviewed on January 22, 2017

A courageous exploration, Ron, unavoidable questions presented in strong form.
Charlie

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on January 21, 2017

There is always an end. What ever we do must have an ending even if we did not anticipate it as it happens, none the less we are part and parcel of life's end.

Reviewed by Shervin Hojat, Ph.D.

Reviewed on January 21, 2017

Ron,
Nice and thought provoking.
I like to think the fall is good, since I suffer less now. Many bad things that I have thought and worried about did not happen, and I ended up suffering for no reason.
Shervin

Reviewed by Eva Pasco

Reviewed on January 21, 2017

These days, as I round the bend, I throw caution to the wind.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on January 21, 2017

I'm waiting to see what it's going to take to push that barrel over those falls and I don't think that it's going to take much more. Great write!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Deborah Shepard

Reviewed on January 21, 2017

enjoyed it each world affects us hugs

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on January 21, 2017

Ah, a "pondering" kind of poetry coming from your metaphorical pen.As we grow older most of understand that death is imminent, although many go out of the way to act like death will not affect them. The realist, however, know differently. We accept it, although we might search our brain for another way out, as I have done with my belief in reincarnation. Escapism? I strongly feel it is not.

Reviewed by John Herlihy

Reviewed on January 21, 2017

Wondering what the data is that you refer to toward the end of the poem. I agree data presents facts and can make predictions, but data about what. Hopefully not data about the end. John

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on January 21, 2017

You're right, better to feel better when die we must,
For either way when we die we turn to dust,
Allow yourself to feel that sexual lust,
Before we go to our graves & bust...-e-

Reviewed by Miller Caldwell

Reviewed on January 21, 2017

This was enjoyable to read. Can't help feeling your recent Presidential Inauguration has had an effect on this subject matter.