Anna Hopper Poet Rhyme

The Edge of Reason

Not for the contest.  Just inspired by the idea



Balancing the tip
Straddling the line
Tightening my grip
To opposite my rhyme

Tempting the border
Of what lies beneath
A compulsive hoarder
Or petty thief 

The porcelain god
Is where I flee
But even the pot
Can't set me free

Little knuckles 
Tapping harder
Wicked chuckles
A permanent marker 

A jarring thud
From the kitchen
The mum's crud
Has got me itching 

My China cabinet
Took a tumble
Now I've had it
With this jungle

Cabinet's swinging
Fridge open
Kettle singing
Stove, smoking

Much like the wild
They climb the walls
My home, defiled
The government falls

Nothing I try
Will ever please them
I'm bone dry
Of any reason

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Russell Sivey August 31, 2017 at 5:24 AM Hi Anna, this is Emma, Russell's wife, I don't know if you have heard or not, he fell and broke his back in two places and is in the hospital for now until they move him to a nursing home. He is ok, just some fractures but no spinal cord damage. he is in some pain as he won't take many pain pills as he doesn't like the way they make him feel. I can't remember if we had told you all of this, sorry if it is all a repeat. He is doing better. he told me, "I really loved your poem Anna, great work." Anna Hopper August 31, 2017 at 7:50 AM Oh I hate to hear that! Please tell him that I am thinking of him and praying for him. Tell him I said to write. Any way he can. Maybe you could help. Writing is our release, our strength and therapy. "This too shall pass". God bless!

Tim Smith August 30, 2017 at 9:42 AM There is so much going on. ..step back and breathe...loved the flow of this