Sunday, March 3, 2013

leap


standing on the edge

fearless almost to the point of brazen

balanced and steady

solid on a resolve carved in stone

without hesitation or wonder

I step to the edge and fly

weightless on the wings

of belief and something pure

lost in the feeling

I close my eyes and soar

 

not realizing how far I’ve fallen

           until

                   I hit

                          the ground…    
 
For dversepoets.com

 

9 comments:

  1. bam...a sobering reality...that we can not always fly as we hope...have def felt that before...

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  2. ugh...so tough..the hit after the flying... and the best thing we can do is to get up and try it again..

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  3. Yes, sometimes it does seem to take a backward look to see just how far we HAVE fallen. A dose of hard reality!

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  4. the ending is on target. I think too often we don't realize we're falling, or if we do, how far we've fallen, until, you hit the bottom. Strong write. Thanks for sharing with us.

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  5. I understand this. Well expressed.

    Anna :o]

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  6. Great poem! You caught me off guard with the ending, but the meaning is plain to see. Nicely done!

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  7. nice - i used to have dreams like that, but always woke before i hit the ground

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  8. I know the feeling...tough when it happens. Reality can be such a downer :P I agree with Claudia, we should get back up, and learn to soar again.

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  9. the damn landing...why does it seems to hurt a lot of the time? :)

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