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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, November 7, 2011

Free Fall

Along the Window Sill by Artistic-Feet
In her mind
window ledge tiptoes
hypnotic
earth's sweet scent
free fall swan dive reverie
She wipes clean smudged glass

submitted for Poetry Jam, Windows

8 comments:

Mimi Foxmorton said...

*smile*

Pat Tillett said...

I sometimes have that feeling while driving in the mountains. What if?

Brian Miller said...

very nice form...i like that tom petty song too...and bare feet...smiles.

Bouncin' Barb said...

That picture is so me. Barefoot, pedicure and blue jeans!!! The poem is great.

Helen said...

Your poem is 'hypnotic.'

darev2005 said...

I'm glad I'm afraid of heights. I'd be tempted at times.

Mary said...

Beautiful poem, and a fun photo accompaniment.

The Cello Strings said...

cute, well done.

:)