In standing on the edge of my seat
I peer over, upward and away
Forever wondering what to do, or say
That will make my life complete.
The words continue to flow
Throughout these self-same days.
At least this much remains real, I know
As I share my life in so many ways.
In standing here at the edge, the precipise
Of all that I know, all that I am.
I rely on myself in this same release
Scribbling as much and as fast as I can.

09/12/2009

Author's Note: ... on writing poetry....

Posted on 09/13/2009
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