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Poems From the Edge of Spring
Poems From the Edge of Spring
Poems From the Edge of Spring
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Poems From the Edge of Spring

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Elise Skidmore is a native New Yorker, who has been writing poetry since she was a child. She feels blessed to have had the best parents, husband, and children a woman could ask for, and the strong bonds of family are often the subject of her writing. Her first book of poetry, POEMS FROM THE EDGE OF SPRING was a finalist in the 2013 EPIC eBook Awards. Her second book, WHEN LEAVES FALL, is available now in all digital formats.

I’ve read POEMS FROM THE EDGE OF SPRING, and can highly recommend it! The sort of book you can pick up for a moment’s respite or inspiration­­ or just sit and read from piece to piece, always entertained/comforted/made to think. Lovely book!
—Diana Gabaldon, NYT bestselling author

Poignant and lyrical, every sentence is a gem. Each poem brought back personal memories of family members and past experiences, each one re­lived through Ms. Skidmore’s precise pen. I thoroughly enjoyed this selection of poems, and look forward to reading more from Elise Skidmore!
—Karen White, NYT bestselling author

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Release dateJun 3, 2016
ISBN9780983513346
Poems From the Edge of Spring
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Elise Skidmore

Elise Skidmore is a native New Yorker, who has been writing poetry since she was a child. In 1994, when her husband and several of her friends were trying to get her interested in email and switching from a typewriter to a computer, she stumbled upon Compuserve’s Literary forum (Today it’s called the Books and Writers Community). There she met a bunch of wonderful people, including her favorite author, Diana Gabaldon, who helped broaden her horizons and delve into fiction writing as well as poetry. She eventually joined the staff, spending nearly 10 years as the section leader of the Writing Exercises and in Compuserve’s Poetry Forum. In 2004, when Compuserve opened to the web, she and a friend started a private writers’ forum called SectionSixx, which nurtured writers for more than 10 years.Elise lives on Long Island with her husband of 40+ years and feels blessed to have had the best parents, husband, and children a woman could ask for. The strong bonds of family are often the subject of her writing, but there aren’t many topics she’s afraid to tackle, including stories of vampires, devil possession, WWII POW camps, and gunslingers in the old west.Her hobbies include reading, photography, travel, and making people smile.

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    Poems From the Edge of Spring - Elise Skidmore

    March 1

    My Mother’s Hands

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    I find comfort in aloneness

    where I can let my thoughts drift

    like a discarded love letter

    fluttering in the breeze

    inhale deep gusts of imperfect memory

    or contemplate my hands

    I have my mother’s hands

    their shape, texture, and dexterity

    not finely manicured but

    working hands

    helping hands

    loving hands

    I hold her hand and we are one

    in silent communication

    pleading not to let go

    reassurance I’m still here

    speaking love through

    entwined fingers and kissing palms

    With my mother’s hands

    I stroke her face and hair

    willing her to know through my touch

    that I love her more than she ever loved herself

    that her best was good enough

    and she deserves so much more than life ever handed her

    I find comfort in aloneness

    for I am never alone

    My mother is always there

    in my hands

    and in my heart

    March 2

    Down the Highway

    Wrapped tight in self-control,

    propelled down crowded highways

    with scores of duty to untangle,

    I silence vague notions

    of driving into the sunset

    as far as the cash in my pocket will take me,

    wondering how far that would be,

    and what

    would I be

    running away from

    or forward to.

    Too timid to take the steps

    to advance or retreat

    I stick to the tedious route before me.

    Reflected in the rear view mirror,

    pallid and monotonous life

    that seems to simultaneously

    race ahead

    and lag behind,

    yet leaves me standing still

    looking for guarantees

    of a trip worth taking.

    Knowing full well life holds

    no such promises,

    I keep hands on the

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