Michael J. Falotico Poet Rhyme

The Edge of Me

Blissful music plays around my head...
Up on the hill I sit with all things said...
In a rocking chair that leans on the edge of me...
I cast my hands out to the clouds and fly free...
Caressing these pillows in the sky till I make them rain...
Then massaging them back to white like a sunny picture frame...
Over your sky I travel with the promise to barely make a sound...
Just a whisper in your ear that  I will always be around...

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Kim Merryman December 29, 2011 at 4:06 PM Very picturesque, Michael. Congrats on your 1st place win! Love, Kim

Greg Stanley December 28, 2011 at 11:04 PM Michael, what a beautiful piece, enjoyed it very much. Congratulations on your win, Greg

Andrea Dietrich December 28, 2011 at 4:55 PM I do remember this gem. Congrats on your win in Brian's contest with it!

Kash Poet December 28, 2011 at 10:52 AM Congratulations Michael.A fav!

George Aul December 28, 2011 at 10:13 AM Congrats on your win - wonderful write.... George

Gwendolen Song December 28, 2011 at 9:36 AM soup mail.....Goood morning, Michael.... ;)

Joyce Johnson December 28, 2011 at 8:27 AM Congratulations Michael. Love, Joyce

Carol Sunshine Brown December 28, 2011 at 5:27 AM Congratulations on your win Michael. Love, Carol

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl December 28, 2011 at 1:42 AM Congratulations x

M.I.A . December 27, 2011 at 2:03 AM ah, the way you made words dance for you is simply amazing Michael.

John Aaron Green December 26, 2011 at 4:12 PM great vison,,,my friend,,loved it,,wonderful story to read,,and get away in your mind...........

Wilma Neels December 26, 2011 at 6:10 AM loads of promise in this one MJF, especially love the ending ;) love Wilma xoxo

Poet Destroyer A December 25, 2011 at 11:17 PM Michael, the edge.. Holds, many rocks, with dagger edges... I'm always amazed when one hold on to all the promises, and love... A very cute image of you always being there for her through all the ages... Enjoyed your poem,, , thank you for sharing.. May the magic of writing fill your days here on the soup. May all your dreams come true this holiday season. once again enjoyed your poem,,always,..p.d.

Dinda Minardi December 25, 2011 at 10:54 PM You made a rain on her sky, drenching her overheated heart. "Just a whisper in your ears that I always be around.. " I love this, Michael. :)

Gwendolen Song December 25, 2011 at 5:32 AM The edge of you is beautiful, Michael...u are such a gifted writer. Enjoyed this read on my Christmas morn. Merry Christmas, Gwendolen

Kash Poet December 24, 2011 at 11:37 AM Amazing poetry from you Michael.Enjoyed reading it very much.

Andrea Dietrich December 24, 2011 at 11:36 AM Super cool poem, Michael. Very imaginative. It even uses a few of the words that were in that last contest I did with Susan!! Merry Christmas,my friend.