Douglas McHargue
ON THE LAST DAY OF THE WORLD
I want to hang
over that abyss
my feet not touching
earth’s raw edges
just drift through thinnest air
on that hammock of tulle
stretched between two stars,
swinging me
over mountains,
drunk on purple
Wild Goose Poetry Review 
Strong poem. Every word counts.
Helen, thanks for your encouragement, all along the way!
I feel so unencumbered when I read this, my feet start to tingle! Love it, Doug.
Thanks for a great comment – good to know one feels “unencumbered” by something I’ve written.
Excellent poems…’stretched between two stars…great image!
Thanks- I am glad that you like my imagery!
Love it, Doug. I can feel every word.
Thanks – and congratulations on your prize- winning poem at the Poetry Council contest!
Doug, you know you are so good and I can’t wait for your book!
You’re a terrific supporter – and you know I await your own memoir!
How could anyone not relish this poem?
Thanks so much!
Doug – this is a wonderful poem! I love the line “drunk on purple!”
Kelly, I really appreciate your comments!
I like it all, but I think I’m with Kelly on the drunk with purple.
Thanks, Brenda! I toyed with other lines to use, but am glad y’all like this “purple one”.