THE LEDGE

 

sometimes I dream about being on a ledge
with one foot raised but not just any ledge
the ledge of deep creative imagination
nestled in the cavern of tangled salvation's

lovely of it's folds oh the colors that bleed
jagged in it's pleads lights in Gods speed
floating trees with fruits of suspended tomorrows,
winds hinted of frost deep in my marrow

I have done what was dared, I have touched Apollo
reaching, my foot gives way, aware that I am swimming in air
my damnation, kicking deeper into untangled liberation's
without a care and a creative stare

which is sought not bought nor borrowed...

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

phenomenal imagery, especially love the "fruits of suspended tomorrows", love it all really. :) wonderful. :)

[joshua deathdealer]

This is very original and thought provoking. Enjoyed.

[Ysabel Reyes]

hmmm.

[brenda]

amazing !:)

[Ruth]

Aidz is right...this would be fabulous to hear read out love! Your work holds anawful lot of tension...I could imagine that really well :)
You take life and mold it into art!
Hugs
xx

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

You know rene what I love most about your writing? You're original, this was really nicly penned.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

really nice, nice rhyming as well, it's a different view for a ledge

[Aidz]

Would love to hear you read these writes of yours, give it the feel it deserves

Excellent as always

Very nice.