by Ethel Mortenson Davis
We stepped off
the edge of the world today,
blue above us,
blue below us,
nothing but sky and water
This is still not
yet our time.
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry
Tagged as Blue Above Us, Blue Below Us, death's door, edge of the world, imagistic poetry, Not yet, Sky and water
Eloquent words, Ethel.
Hope all is well with you both this autumn. Sending love to you. 💙
You’ve captured that sense of vertigo perfectly, Ethel!
Will we ever think it is our time? Maybe, as long as death is not a surprise. Nice poem.
Still there’s always tomorrow
Until there isn’t
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