Live now
at edge of deep

Its bottom
no more than
dark shadows.

Daily scribbling
these words
then tossing them

over the edge,
in hopes of softening
my landing.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/8/2018

Notes: Image is a pen and ink drawing that graced the final page of a chapbook of poems, titled Singing Over the Bones.

Posted at Waiting on Words: Word for day 8 is Chasm.



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3 Responses to Chasm

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    Oh, I feel this poem, tossing words into the chasm to soften one’s landing. Deep.


  2. annell4 says:

    You charm me with your words. You are a sourcer! You dance, and weave, a mystic for sure!


  3. Marianne says:

    A chasm filled with words! Love this analogy.


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