Leaping across molding bridges
Hurtling
past
technicolor
starbursts
rainbows
sketched
in the whites of eyes
Somersaulting on freezing riverbeds
Tumbling down hills
Free
to
be
Blown akimbo by
gusts
Twirled madly
Fearing naught
Dancing like
no one
can see you.
A contest entry
- Quicky Prompt - PIF - 40 words by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended May 12, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh yes...I love this kind of free fall...... I dance with brooms, with the little dog in my arms..and these days, with my granddaughter... dacning is something I am wont to do... ty for entering this....nicely done.

