Balanced on the edge of grace,
Chasm on one side,
Cavernous and treacherous,
Deep and open wide.
A mountain reaches overhead,
Too sheer for easy climb,
Leaden thoughts match not physique,
Decisions at this time.
Ascension to the peak of one
Or bottomless yawning fall,
Neither giving much of hope
To anyone at all.
Teetering on narrow path,
Debris and shale all strewn,
Weaving, reeling shakily
Till answers may be known.
A lurching life of quantum strife,
Assess, evaluate,
Adjacent choices bound around,
One profound and one must wait.
Beautiful poem and pic
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Thank you. :)x
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Is this what is keeping you awake at night? Changes in the air? Beautifully written.
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Gawd knows! But I’m just now ready to sleep and it’s almost 2a.m. It won’t be this in the morning! G’night. :)x
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Who took that stunning photo? love your poem
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Not me that’s for sure. 😉 It was a copyright free one from the internet. Greece. It is lovely isn’t it? Made me feel dizzy looking at it. I’m glad you liked the poem too. The photo just seemed to fit.x
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They fit perfectly together 🙂
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Thank you. :)x
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