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On the Edge

The street light shined dimly Its shallow shadows slithered The icy covering now bearded In a five o’clock shadow His hand faltered The easel rattled His brush refocused On the edge of the wind

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Paula Goldsmith

Date: 10/11/2023 10:24:00 AM

Congratulations on your win. A creative write/story. Have a blessed day....................

Karen Jones

Date: 10/10/2023 6:49:00 AM

Congratulations on your win.

Silent One

Date: 10/9/2023 12:53:00 PM

You are a clever poet John.. Thank you for writing and congratulations on your placement..

Jerry Brotherton

Date: 10/1/2023 10:01:00 AM

We all have a finite amount of time to bring life to our art before our night falls.

Ink Empress

Date: 10/1/2023 7:26:00 AM

This has a very lyrical touch. I love the way you’ve played around with words and also how you’ve painted imagery. So picturesque! Some shadows can be shallow and they slither in when darkness befalls, love it!! Nailed it

Lin Lane

Date: 10/1/2023 2:41:00 AM

If I comprehend... your description of the building of ice on the streetlight shadows its light as a beard darkens a man's face by afternoon. I'm a titch in the dark about your last verse, unless the artist just had an epiphany of some sort.

John Lawless
Date: 10/1/2023 5:40:00 AM

I just write 'em I don't explain 'em. OK,,,Ok... in the city the street lights cast a dim yellow light, the "five o'clock shadow" is the dirty, ice crusted city snow. The artist, as all artists, is attempting to capture "a moment" in a bitter cold, windy night.....I think....but then again.....hmmmmm