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po'em, n. [Fr. poeme; L. poema; Gr. poiema, anything made, a poem, from poiein, to make]
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Sunday, 14 August 2011
living on the edge
the edge
the edge of life
is it death
no breath?
is it despair
no care?
is it dejection
rejection?
to be led
to the edge
by the dark
o to be so marked
to be continued ...
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Sarah Larkin (nee Fordham) is a poet and experienced workshop facilitator and seminar speaker. A sample of her academic essays and magazine articles can be on academia.edu/SarahLarkin (see links page).
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