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Sunday Muse #158

 


I'll tell you flight is good balance--
Witches don't need to master the sweep
of the wind; we are in its lift.

This is skill. Where the dance
requires the footing and the leap,
we only want the slip.

Let go from the wild branch,
fall backward; join our airy trapeze!
The fear is the trip.


-- chrissa

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  1. Carrie Van HornMay 1, 2021 at 12:57 PM

    There is so much depth to this my friend. The skill the dance and the letting go and that last line is a powerful truth! Love love love this!!!

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  2. qbitMay 1, 2021 at 1:00 PM

    Witches don't need to master the sweep
    of the wind; we are in its lift. - great.
    .

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  3. HelenMay 1, 2021 at 7:27 PM

    I was ready to mention the line qbit referenced, it gave me goosebumpies.

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  4. ms_liliMay 1, 2021 at 7:51 PM

    I like the instructional tone and your rhyme scheme here. Great spin on the image.
    Li@tao-talk

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  5. Gillena CoxMay 2, 2021 at 6:22 AM

    Nice one. Luv the last line. It sums up the entire process

    Happy Sunday

    Thanks for dropping by to read mine

    Much❤love

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  6. JinksyMay 2, 2021 at 6:33 AM

    I'm all for skilful dancing - especially with words. :-) ♥

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  7. JimMay 2, 2021 at 5:55 PM

    Happy landings. "Let go from the wild branch, fall backward . . ." I fell frontward but reversed it to backward and broke my big toe. The boot comes off June 3, I can't even drive until then. (Forward would have been into the pool.)
    ..

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    1. C. SandlinMay 3, 2021 at 12:49 PM

      I hope you're feeling better!! Toe injuries are frustrating.

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  8. robkistnerMay 3, 2021 at 9:35 AM

    Well written Chrissa, very interesting.

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  9. Susie ClevengerMay 3, 2021 at 2:28 PM

    This is awesome! Love your ending!

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  10. Doctor FTSEMay 3, 2021 at 11:53 PM

    A very interesting take on vertigo. Thank you.

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