FREE FALLING
By Wayne Visser
Over the edge
At World’s End
And Adventure’s Beginning
Free
Falling
Unfixed and unnerved
With emotions jangled and raw
Past ties tangled
Taught and stretching
Fraught and frightening
Swan-diving into my fear
Cloud-riding
Free
Falling
Towards the promise
The hope
Of a
The scope to explore
To learn
To burn the fire of knowing
To feel the tug of growing
Free
Falling
Throwing the rope
That reaches across
Weaving the bridge
That breaches beyond
The restless ruthless tide
Of need amidst plenty
And want that is empty
Free
Falling
Straining to hear
My calling
My bliss
Somewhere in the mist
Over the edge
At World’s End
And Adventure’s Beginning
(2009)
Sunday, 11 October 2009
Free Falling
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3 comments:
Another great Poem, Wayne!
Thought-provoking! Thanks
I like the stepped increase in the stanzas which seems to imply an increase in the speed of the fall for me. Also found the imagery to be highly evocative and thought provoking - a very good poem:)
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