Ground beneath
shifting
once solid
now swirling
dissolving –
gritty eddies
of sand…
Would be
a desert storm
if not standing
at water’s edge;
nothing for it
but to leap
take a risk
and fly…
(This poem first appeared here as Flying Fish, in 2016. Now edited and retitled for Eugi’s Weekly prompt: swirling. Image my own.)
One Woman's Quest 
One must, surely, I love the sense of invitation to take that leap.
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Thanks Paul
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Always welcome…
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Well written
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Thank you!
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Must be something in the air….
https://thegriefreality.blog/2021/03/26/waking-up
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Well, it is the time for renewal. So much in your post to digest, and I recognize much of it.
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Another favorite, V.J.!
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Thanks Debra!
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Yes take that risk and fly. What amazing wings to fly with !
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Aren’t they. Thanks Anne!
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Beautiful image and perfect with your words, VJ. I love the ending lines and feel sometimes we have to take a risk in order to move forward.
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So true. Thanks Eugi
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Beautiful ❤
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Thanks
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You’re welcome ❤🌹
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This photo pairs so well with your words. I love the confidence in their faces!
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Thanks Heather. The confidence to be able to lift off
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You’re welcome.
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I just woke up from a dream about setting a bird free that was in the house, must mean something right?
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Have you been caging women again, Mike?
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I love Nature’s color palette in your photo! I like the “leap of faith” poem, too.
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Thanks Liz.
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