Monday, January 19, 2009

A stepping off the edge Poetry Party

Christine at Abbey of the Arts invites us to think about this image and stepping off the edge, the moment when we find our wings. Here's the picture:

stepping off the edge
rushing wind, freefalling, fly
on these new-born wings

was it faith or fear
that drove me to leap, to live
to let go, to love

no terra firma
buoyed only by air and hope
laughing soaring free


  1. great poem Anne and I think your opening line would have made an even better title than the one I chose!

  2. So engaging. Thank you so much for posting this.


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