Standing at the precipice
you can’t catch me
it is too late for a fling
hanging on a string
once a drip of water
now but winter’s daughter
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I stand at the precipice
active are lights and colors
scents cloud my reason
sounds of the season
wrapped in bows
I pivot on my toes
*
I stand on the precipice
so many things I missed
struggling to catch them as I fall
wishing to embrace it all
unsuccessful was my list
the many words I missed
*
I jump from the precipice
you can judge the distance
28 more days
the sun shines too little rays
I smile at the thought
all the places where we walked
Indeed 28 days before we begin again…hoping to find what that missing dream.
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So beautiful and so thoughtful, Leslie. Yes, the end of the year looms….2013 went by in the blink of an eye!
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson Second Line View of the News.
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I love your poem.
ranu
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