Once more I'm staring into the abyss,
down in the shadows, hear the Sirens’ call--
like waking dreams, where something is amiss,
their echoes rise against the sheer rock wall.
Again, I'm standing on this precipice;
I teeter on the edge, try not to fall
What happened to the path, no longer clear?
Will anybody see me disappear?
© Copyright Ginny Brannan June 2010
(Thanks to LP and MJM for their invaluable help!)
Shared at One Stop Poetry, One Shot Wednesday 6/09/2011
Shared at Jingle Poetry, Poetry Potluck 6/20/2011
(Thanks to LP and MJM for their invaluable help!)
Shared at One Stop Poetry, One Shot Wednesday 6/09/2011
Shared at Jingle Poetry, Poetry Potluck 6/20/2011
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ReplyDeleteI will try again. I love the solitary sense of this wonderfully crafted Ottava Rima. Beautiful.
Beth
I'd notice
ReplyDeleteVery nice combination of strong sounding clear lines and imagery.
ReplyDeletewill anyone notice...when standing on that precipice its easy to think they will not...
ReplyDeletevery lovely write and the rhyming works in so naturally..."will anybody see me disappear"....oh most definitely yes... as your poetry sings and must be heard...
ReplyDeletegreat write...
sincerely,
You rhymed very well indeed
ReplyDeleteOf course I can follow that lead
Will anyone see or tell
If one disappears for a spell
Depends on who can be found
That live all around
lovely...I'm imagining there are beloveds who would miss you more than you realize.
ReplyDeleteperfect capture of emotions and nature.
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you share.
Happy Potluck!
the question is haunting...
ReplyDeletebeautifully written
This beautiful Ginny you write with such emotion and such grace too
ReplyDeleteVery powerful, Ginny! I agree with mindlovemisery. Beautiful, Ginny! :)
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