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On the Edge of a Dream

Sunlight on the sea
A beautiful reflection
Here I stand alone 
Thinking about yesterday
And remembering her love


for Andrea’s On the edge of a Dream tanka contest

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Terry O'Leary

January 14, 2013 at 9:42 AM

Beautiful, sad poem, Jack... congrats on the win (the poem I mean; I hope things are going well...)

Audrey Haick

January 13, 2013 at 4:24 PM

Jack, this is a beautiful Tanka! It's never too late to say Congratulations on your so deserving win! Love, Annalise

Heather Ober

January 9, 2013 at 8:59 AM

You make it so easy to feel what the poet is feeling. Fantastic write! Congrats!

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

January 9, 2013 at 2:00 AM

Belated congratulations on your winning spot Jack xx

Andrea Dietrich

January 8, 2013 at 6:53 PM

Jack, this is simple but the thought just really moved me. Congrats on your win.

Debbie Guzzi

January 8, 2013 at 6:21 PM

Congrad's Jack keep them coming. Light & Love

Harry Horsman

January 8, 2013 at 3:06 PM

painful memories Jack,, i am so sorry... yet the poetry is beautiful....

Phyllis Babcock

January 7, 2013 at 10:07 AM

That would make a painful memory. An excellent poem for the contest. love phyl

Debbie Duncan

January 5, 2013 at 3:51 PM

nice write Jack , thank you for reading my Secret Garden" ;} Have a great New Years ;}

Robert A. Dufresne

January 3, 2013 at 12:03 PM

A real beauty Jack. Touches the heart for sure.

Sara Kendrick

January 2, 2013 at 5:44 PM

I feel the emotion within..Enjoyed reading your contest entry..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

Robert Johnson

January 2, 2013 at 4:33 PM

There's beauty here upon this earth when you wonder what it's worth. A glimmer of a sunlit sea reminds us what will be, will be. A rhyme can't fill the empty hole where love filled up your entire soul. But peace and love come from above. And hope will fit just like a glove. Chin up dear Jack! Get back on track and do your best for what you lack. Peace dear poet.