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Precarious Edge

Standing on the edge
poised for possibility,
precariously.

My heart wants to fly
but my feet are weighted
by all the what ifs?

Security ledge
you are but a delusion,
I'll hack of my boot
and


Linking with Rebecca for
Haiku my Heart

Comments

Spadoman said…
FLY!
There, I finished it for you, just as I heard it in my head. You are correct dear lady, there is no ledge. What is to be is just that, what it is to be. Live until you die, don't just be alive.
I have missed you. So busy here at Spadoville, but I will return with stories and other entertainment later this summer. (At least I hope it will be entertaining). So good to visit here sweet Ms. Foxy.

Much Peace
joanne said…
Intriguing painting...and your haiku is so relevant....well-done
gma said…
Being grounded sacred as well.
xx
carol l mckenna said…
Wow! Love your haiku ~ a bit contemplative and your painting is very dramatic ~ thanks, namaste, ^_^
rebecca said…
dear sweet foxy sue,
you are beautiful and loved. we are the fortunate ones to live on earth the same time as you! i am joining spadoman in a resounding salutation of FLY!
Annie Jeffries said…
Sometimes we read things that put us into our past. The emotions they arouse are so familiar. Reading these was like that.
Vinay Leo R. said…
Oh, those pesky what ifs are always weighing so many down. Sigh...

Good that you removed them from your life and flew!
Lindsay said…
Ohhh now I get it! At first I didn't see any letters in your painting... I know the feeling but glad to hear you can fly. Amazing feeling isn't it. :) Have a wonderful weekend dear.
Cheryl said…
FLY! Oh, yes. I love your senryu today. It is just what I needed to hear. Love the painting. Did you do that yourself?
Marit said…
Oh yes... gorgeous haiku and fabulous artwork... enjoy the flight!
Irene Rafael said…
i think the consensus is to fly. i vote with the majority but know it is easier said than done. we're all here with you.
Anonymous said…
I love your collage and it gives me ideas for making one myself. Your haikus are perfect--everything I weigh day in and day out.
Grace said…
I hate standing on the edge of ledges...but I do like the thought of flying, rather than falling ~

Superb ending ~

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