Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #403 - Living On The Edge

"We’re looking over the edge to write our poems this week. Edge of sanity, edge of reason or the edge of a ledge, what fuels your poetry? Give us a view from your lofty position. It’s true. We’re living on the edge."

Blackness waits.
She stands at the edge.
A quick step,
footing lost
would send her spiraling down
if she could but choose.

at the precipice
what she'd lose
besides herself.  Why isn't
that reason enough?


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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  1. Sadje says:

    Your last line is very profound


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