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A Tipping Point
Pollution’s haze
Imbues dusk’s light
With a softness not found in nature’s palette.
It blurs the edges of light
And brushes out its harshness
Passing on orange to an already pink sky.
Kissed in that way--
I breathe it in and wonder
Where the tipping point lies
Between beauty and destruction.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howtt 2013
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Thank you Tom!
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Thank you Rasma! I feel the ocean near me--it helps!
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Thank you DDE!
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I have been remiss an answering comments!! Thank you shiningirisheyes!
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Thank you Frank! I so appreciate your kind comments
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Thank you for reading this one drbj!
A lovely poem and so well approached with great wisdom.
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Thank you Lupita!
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Thank you khmazz!
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Thank you Suzette!!!
This is beautiful Audrey! Your images and photo ate perfect. Love the "blurred edges" and love the question of the tipping point!
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Hi Linda! Thanks!
I'm a fan of Florida sunsets and your poems :)
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Hello Vinaya! Thank you!!
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Hi Faith Reaper!! Thank you so much!
Audrey,
This poem leaves me wondering about something important in life.
Beautiful poem.
Have a great weekend.
I love your writing style, it is so beautiful :) Great piece!
Voted up and awesome. Nuggets of wisdom. I'm glad I'm living out in the suburbs where I can breathe and walk in the woods.
I hate the city smog, but it's where most of us live. At least we can still see the lovely colours of the sunsets.
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Thank you Ruby!! I often thing of moving to the country--but music is my business and that is usually bigger city stuff
Beautiful Audrey. I am thankful that i live in a small town away from the polluted factories and smog, but i must admit, i would love the city lights and theaters.
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Thank you Pamela! The truth is often sad--and yet, we must find a way to honor it
Very touching poem - sad and beautiful at the same time. I also wonder where the tipping point lies. The truth is often sad.
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Nellieanna--I didn't originally write it that way--but yes--timely--so very sad--
It's amazingly timely, Audrey. Somehow the colors of the sunset bespeak the bomb's blaze and your "tipping point" seems to suggest the moment when the joy of that event turned to something completely opposite. It gives me goose bumps AND chills up and down my spine.
Thank you for another very lovely, effective expression of your artistry, which you sum up & conclude with:
"I breathe it in and wonder
Where the tipping point lies
Between beauty and destruction."
It seems to emerge from some other concept of reality, doesn't it?
Hi my friend, powerful words making a bold but true statement . Well done !
Ahhh - More wonderful poetry. And that line between beauty and destruction is so very fine, isn't it?
deep Audrey.. and my respect for your poetry is boundless...:)
Powerful poetic images, Audrey, but I much prefer the Florida sunsets which are pure and clear and not obscured by smog.
Powerful poem. I was born and raised in L.A. and each time I fly out from there, it looks as though we are departing a plume of brown smoke from an industrial stack! Sometimes we can only see nature's beauty through a dusty screen...
Profound write here of a sad reality!
Voted up +++ and sharing
Blessings, Faith Reaper
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Thank you for reading this one wetnose--I lived in LA for a long time--and loved the sunsets there
Quite a gem of words there.
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