August 24, 2009

flying things instinctively know

to dry out their wings, first,

to try out their wings, & go.

 

surfacing a splendid splash,

surviving a fearful fall and crash,

take time off  to dry off &

shake off the surprise of failure.

wake up  and walk off what,

                                          and where you are

before  you forget to prepare for it

                                         all  to dare

the first time,  again.

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4 Responses to “”

  1. i agree..can relate with the feelings..

    beautiful poems..

    thank you for stopping by!

    could you update your blogroll..it has my older blog adress.you are added to my blogroll…

  2. Trapped said

    This is really a remarkable piece…Thanks

  3. elizabethweaver said

    like the image, language, aliteration

  4. thanx all, for taking yr time to comment

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