Facing An Abyss, Spurned: Romantic IMprov Poetry

She stood/
on the verge/
of opening./

Facing the great chasm/
and depths of life,/
she clung to him/
who explained/
everything./

As she leaned forward/
to leap/
into the abyss,/
hoping a net would appear,/
feeling secure/
that he would not let her/
fall,/
he took a phone call./

So she, feeling spurned,/
turned/
and ran,/
again,/
back to her safe place,/
and put back on her bland face,/
and hid.

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Standing On The Edge: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

As she stands
at such a precipice,
dare I extend my hand
at a risky time like this?

Is she dangling
dangerously?
Or merely trying
a better view to see?

Will my reaching out
block her enthusiasm
as she removes her doubt
and leaps across the chasm?

I will retreat and offer no assistance
until I’m certain I’ll meet no resistence.