Wednesday, 4 January 2012

The Edge by Bobby Stevenson

 I have been here before,
You should know that of me,
I’ve walked to the edge and stood,
Almost to the tipping point,
Held only by the up drafts,
Daring the winds to mellow,
and let me drop.
When the time comes,
What then?
Jump or be pushed.
There are only so many times,
I can blackmail the angels.
-

2 comments:

  1. Peaceful Warrior9 January 2012 at 01:25

    Hi Bobby, I am a recent convert to your blog, particularly the poems, as I write some myself.
    I have cut and paste one onto my blog I hope that is ok, as I wanted a few more people to read your stories.
    http://warriorpoemfatory.blogspot.com/
    Hope we can chat sometime about poetry and stuff.
    Take care.
    P.W.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Bobby Stevenson9 January 2012 at 08:54

    It would be an absolute privilege P.W. to have my poem on your site. Many thanks for your kindness.
    A terrific site.

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

A Perfect Place To Be

Another new morning in Deal. I haven’t checked the telephone, and I sure as hell haven’t switched on the TV with all that news.   So I lie t...