Against the black winged sky,
a sultry sun plays peek a boo
with winds —
the tempest temptress.
You…
You pull me closer, closer,
to the precipice.
But yet a little while
I cling to cliffs
too scared to dare.
Before…
I fall into the depth
but carried by your trust
defying gravity
we dance.

Acrobats of the air by Alessandra Meniconzi
Kerry’s 55 words for toads with pictures from National Geographics contest.
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January 2, 2016
Wow, this is lovely!
Wonderful description! Now I want to look at the image for a very long time while trying to figure out which is dancing the hardest. 🙂
Captures the breathless feel of the picture so well!
Such an amazing picture, which speaks of trust and reliability in its stark clarity. Your poem creates the perfect metaphor.
I love the image progression here, the build up feels real, and so does the ending with the emotion of flying and excitement it incites.
What a thrill to be a bird. I think they feel it here, as your bird seems too! Thanks, Bjorn. k.
And what a dance this must be!
Oh – defying gravity, we dance – breathtaking!
That’s a hopeful poem…
wow…one needs to feel the pull for the ultimate dance…
Mankind’s desire to be as the birds is only half achieved we still want our own wings!
These national geographic photos are gorgeous and amazing.
The poem capture the intensity and thrill of life in general.
Happy New Year, Bjorn
Beautiful and thrilling.
Sometimes we do indeed need to take a leap of faith in order to learn how to fly – a wonderful poem and i love the sun playing peek a boo
Oh this is very sensuous, Nice write
A Happy Creative 2016 to you
much love..
This is such a beautiful write Bjorn 🙂 good to see you again!
Such an excellent take on this pic, Bjorn–‘the tempest temptress’ is also just the perfect image here. (I saw this image, which is almost an explosion of life, but didn’t use it, since I was writing about death. You have done a much better job with its sense of freedom and daring than my 55 words would have.)
your poem here is a great micro story that has the elements to make it enjoyable for us! great write!
oh what a fascinating picture, and I so like “the tempest temptress.”. 55 words well used here!
Terrific reflection of their dance and the perfect reflection of the picture you chose!
Ah, and the blackbirds dance..but, something tells me there is more to the story.
loved how you end it …. well written as always 😀
I could see what you wrote before the photo you shared.
excellent take on the prompt.
so this is how a bird takes its first flight. trust! 🙂
I feel the elemental passion here we’re falling in love with the dance for me is trusting in God and nature
Oh I love how this goes beyond the picture…and the words dance us to the edge with you!
I really like the rhythm of this poem. The way it moves like the birds. Very nicely done.
Lovely poem,
You paint the mood of trust well. Trust is a necessary component to being able to dance I do believe!
Oh that leap of faith and trusting to be able to soar. I like your take on this photo very much. Being pulled to the sky yet clinging still and then, the ultimate letting go and dancing in the sky. I think that must truly be what flying is all about. I’ve watched young birds learning to fly, trusting their parents and when they finally take wing, it is truly glorious.
It feels as on wings of trust the way to be…. cool words with inspiring photo!
Breathtakingly lovely, one of my faves of yours, my friend….that “black winged sky”, clinging to cliffs “too scared to dare”, and then that trusting leap and “we dance”. Spectacular.
Beautiful writing, Bjorn; very intense imagery. Lovely. 🙂
Great! Well written
I love the image of the sun being sultry, especially playing peekaboo! That is adorable and sexy all at the same time. Then you throw in the “You,” meaning that you’re talking to the “Sun” who hovers above you, playing with you. Sorry if I’m wrong, but your poem makes me picture a little thing called edging. Anyway, I don’t see flying or dancing … unless she’s a stripper and this is a lap dance. I think this is one of those stories about a man falling in love with a stripper, believing she can (and is available to) love him back. He’s naive to trust her, but he’s desperate to be able to. The reality is, once those girls become dependent on and entrenched in that lifestyle/occupation, it’s going to very hard for them to get out.
It doesn’t help my reading eyes that I watched Showgirls last night. I’m sure my viewpoint is a bit tainted at the moment. 😛
Incredible imagery and so vivid. 🙂 Beautifully written my friend.
Happy New Years! 🙂
In a relationship its important to fall down that precipice of vulnerability, the allow the other to hold you up. Lovely poem Bjorn. Nice to be back this year again to read your poetic thoughts.
This is very cool. Love the set up – and then the twist:
against the back winged sky … sultry sun
You pull me closer, closer … to the precipice.
I fall into the depth … defying gravity
Acrobats taking the dare. Surely those will lose.
It’s more risky (literal now) for the birds than diving
for fish. Most times then, they return to their cliffs.
Even if I’m way off, Bjorn, it is a nice imagination
stirring read. Thank you.
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Beautiful lead into the image. You captured the feeling fully,
Elizabeth
to dance defying gravity in the winds, what a privilege for birds of prey to able to do so with ease of flight!
Hank
Stupendous … ah to dance in the sky like this .. great imagery!
Aww.. I could visualise your words 🙂
Love that image, and the danger and gulping down fear in your poem.
Exquisite imagery and message.
I love this, especially the ending. Oh if I could only know what it was like to have wings…sigh
cool, Bjorn ~