Pulling The Rip Chord Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Pulling The Rip Chord
Flying high into skyways of my mind, parachuting through the nights, billowing chute soaring farther out of sight.
Heavenly blue roses, folding over my soul as I pull on the rip chord.
Suddenly being pulled up and carried on whims of air current until I touch the ground, ready to go up again for another spin through heavenly skies.
Monday, April 1, 2013
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