24 June 2010

Precipice

Standing on
the sharpest razor's edge
balanced above the deepest black

one foot raised
to step forward
one hand grasping the past

fear quarrels
with insistent anticipation
the equilibrium now precarious

the choice made
the fulcrum tips
and so begins the fall

to light

3 comments:

  1. This is lovely Diana! So much said with so few words, thankyou!☼

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  2. ∆∆∆∆∆–––LUX–––∆∆∆∆∆

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  3. a beautiful balancing act*

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