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
earth's sweet scent
free fall swan dive reverie
She wipes clean smudged glass

submitted for Poetry Jam, Windows


Mimi Foxmorton said...


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.

BB said...

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

Helen said...

Your poem is 'hypnotic.'

JustRex said...

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

Mary said...

Beautiful poem, and a fun photo accompaniment.

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

cute, well done.