Waiting at the edge of the world

June 28, 2012
By papagena GOLD, New York, New York
papagena GOLD, New York, New York
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There is a little crevice where you can stand
– hang on, it’s wobbly! –







and watch the hazy clouds drift by.
The soft pitter-patter
of your heart quickens;
the air is fresh like razors



sharpened after a morning shave.
You feel a push
a steady, slow
“here you go!”



and you are falling
slipping off
ceasing to exist
letting go –

Free.


The author's comments:
If there was a place where you could be free, where would it be? Imagine you are there right now...

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sue sanders said...
on Jul. 11 2012 at 9:16 pm
sue sanders, New York, New York
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I love your choice of words. Good job!

JPeterson1 said...
on Jul. 11 2012 at 9:15 pm
Beautifully written, very poetic!


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