Open Poetry #36 |
On the Edge |
Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
On The Edge We lived on the edge, exhilarated by the view. Then, true to form, you stumbled and fell. You dropped spread-eagled into the rising wind, eyes closed in ecstasy and never saw me wave goodbye. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
||
© Copyright 2005 Nancy Wilcox - All Rights Reserved | |||
JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
||
nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
love it Nan... M |
||
Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Perfect ! Loved this. Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
||
iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Nancy, this is great! ....jo |
||
Angelheart Senior Member
since 2005-09-08
Posts 754Jacksonville,FL USA |
thanks for sharing this, it was good.. |
||
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |