Reflect on the year before it slips forever away. Where have you been? What haven’t you done?
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
*
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
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing and publishing in multiple genres (including education) in E. African for E. Africa. As a writer, it is a thrill to write for children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 13 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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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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