A strand of life
From place and time;
It holds the secret of flight.
Speckled with light
Crashed through distant horizons;
I twirled the feather
Between parched fingers
And followed the wind
To the edge of a cliff.
A whisper tangled its veins
Through the soles of my feet:
No. Don’t do it!
But I do know that feeling very well.
It is that feeling one gets on the edge of a precipice, is it not, Suzy? That desire to spring wings and step forward…
Oh yes. All the time.
I knew you would understand.
There is a subtle depth to this poem, Vic, and I feel that it works on different levels: yes, an internal conflict – despair and depression, but also as a desire for freedom, to step beyond the norm…
Oh thank you, Chris. I am pleased that you intuited the light and not only the darkness in this poem.
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It signifies the desire to be free….like my poem(that girl on the cliff )
I am happy that you found the life-affirming message within. Thank you.