The Fringes: A Poem (5/31/2018)
THE FRINGES - by Autumn Boyet Stinton Along the fringes of my mind, pictures come and go. I wonder of their origin, and question what I know. As if through a pane of misty water, my focus is all but clear. Images fading in and out, happiness, anxiety, serenity and fear. My imagination and experience, take on the leading role. Dark and dim, vivid and bright, conjured up within my soul. The line is blurred or missing, and I find it hard to see, I cannot say for certain, truth, counterfeit or reality? But I am not bothered anyway, I find no fear or pain. They come almost into focus, yet drift before clarity I gain. No focus or desired fate, will change what I can not clearly see. And no matter the effort I expend, I cannot alter what will be. The