I sat on the

precipice

my heart gasping.

over the horizon

for villagers

only dared to

gander for a second

in the

temple of the

sky king

vast wide

spaces

clouds that name

the sun

the air so thin

my breath

didn’t reach my chest

Is this where the

phoenix flies to

sing and die?

Is this where Icarus

burned his hands?

my eyes tilt downward

the drop becoming

farther, distant fields

the cliff didn’t giveway

by my confidence did

and I tremble at

the voice of the

sky king.

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This poem is directly inspired by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at found here at Go Dog Go Cafe. The prompt this time was “over the horizon”. I am working through older prompts to help spark my imagination. Tune in tomorrow to see the new challenge for this week! Photo by Zoltan Fekeshazi on Unsplash

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Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital.