On the Edge



Its a dangerous thing being a postmark –

pressed down on envelopes by the postmaster.

Your message lost by the recipient …

all they are interested in are the contents,

and after they have them…you end up in recycling.

but day after day you appear on the stamps,

hanging by the address of your crest for dear life.

Only to meet certain doom as the envelope

tumbles into the nearest steel bin

every day, you pray for a stamp collector

but enjoy the drop through the letterbox.

A temporary daredevil

do you like living on the edge ?


6 thoughts on “On the Edge

  1. Mabel Kwong 11 Sep 2016 / 10:20 am

    Such a creative poem, and such a creative interpretation of this week’s challenge. So true that many of us don’t even glance at the postmark on envelopes. Stamps, maybe, but postmarks usually rarely. I really like that one, “What’s past is prologue” – like a reminder for us to live in the present and what has happened is just a stepping stone to where we are and where we are going 🙂

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    • inkdropk 11 Sep 2016 / 1:49 pm

      I know it’s been three hours to respond Mabel, but many thanks for reading my humble response to the daily post prompt. I’m glad you enjoyed the read, and feel free to check out the rest of the stuff on here, glad to know somebody’s reading it…

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    • inkdropk 11 Sep 2016 / 1:52 pm

      Many thanks Zurk. Plenty more where that came from, and I might add a few more photographic poetic combos if I can get myself going😀…cheers for reading, feel free to browse.

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