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THE EDGE IS EVER CHANGING

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An early poem sketched out as cast and crew waited for the sunrise to present the perfect light for the scene from, “Bench At the Edge.”

Saturday, January 14, 2017

The Edge is Ever Changing
by Odin Roark

THE EDGE IS EVER CHANGING
A canvas of darkness.
A panel of warmth.
A shaft of light.

THE EDGE IS EVER CHANGING
Memories of night begin to fade.
The red spreads its orange wings.
A quiet Canyon Land begins to awake

THE EDGE IS EVER CHANGING
A sky of rippled light.
Plateaus stacked of reflecting history.
The strokes of a patient beginning.

THE EDGE IS EVER CHANGING
The sudden seeping of red.
The colors of translucent direction.
The blue, the green, the orange.

THE EDGE IS EVER CHANGING
The light is transformed.
A sunrise brush has enveloped the night
The canvas is now a soft welcome to Nature’s brilliance.

How perfect this.

THE EDGE IS EVER CHANGING...CHANGING...CHANGING

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Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on January 16, 2017

Nice images and message. Germane subtext. Peace. r

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on January 16, 2017

compelling, poignant read, well said

Never stop writing
m

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on January 15, 2017

Like the photographer's practiced eye, the poet waits for the right moment to write about the scene unfolding, changing as the sun gradually moves over the horizon and into a different angle, creating nuances of color previously unseen. Almost as cool as being there.

Ron

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on January 15, 2017

Such a beautiful sight I have witnessed through your words! Thank you for this gift!!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Alexander Goldstein

Reviewed on January 15, 2017

that's right -- 'the edge is ever changing,' as it is never one; hence a true perfection is to be in the middle between the edges. . . A kaleidoscope of what is constant. Cheers, alex

Reviewed by John Herlihy

Reviewed on January 15, 2017

The poem is a panorama of perpetual change and celebrates it accordingly. Glorious. John

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on January 14, 2017

For a moment I thought you had ended with a question, but you had no doubts about it and ended with an exclamation of wonder and excitement. And that was also perfect.

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