Going To The Edge Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Going To The Edge



Feeling dangerous, wanting more from life, going to the
edge and looking over, above seeing a velvet cloudy sky.

Touching it electrically, it's texture alluring my senses
completely.

Feelings moving circularly outward, taking me spinning
into atmospheres of interior imagination.

My mind conjuring up all sorts of daring feats and many
challenges that appeal to me.

Wanting to feel alive and living fully throughout life,
always thrilling to a new day's dawning.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Denis Mair 07 February 2016

This makes me think of prayer- -an expansive and open-ended kind of prayer. By delivering oneself to those sessions of sweet thought, by investing one's life-force in them, they become a life-or-death adventure to get past darkness and participate in an interplay of formative energies.

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