Scan the earth below
looking for a proper place to land.
Concrete and open,
treed and enclosed
or jagged and rocky.
So many options from this heavenly perch.
How does one make
what many would think
is a simple decision?
Jump.
Float.
Fly.
Feel the weightlessness.
Watch the earth near.
Let the wind decide.
Splat.
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35 comments:
yikes...like a fly hitting a windshield...one way to get your head through your...yeah...
my 55
it is my fav tom petty song though
Indecision will get ya every time. Over and above the message, this is a neat, descriptive and well-crafted piece. "Scanning for the proper place to land..." Nice 55, MM.
Acid....
Boy, darkness prevails this week around Bloggerdom.
We all need a Yin to the Yang I suppose.
Excellent 55 KP.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
That ending made me snort. Good one, Monkey Man!
Sheesh. Can you imagine? Wait, I guess you can... ;)
really? splat? nah at the last minute he landed on his skate board as it rounded the corner while catching a boomerang;-)great 55 mm!!!-c
The ending really surprised me. Wow. But altogether a great 55
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The last word says it all!
If I tried to fly, I would definitely splat.
And during vegetarian week, God only knows what would splatter out.
Thanks for another Friday 55!
Mine's here. :)
Nice Imagery - I'll remember that sound now forever - SPLAT!! W.C.C.
Splat indeed - some days are just like that ( or weeks)
Happy longgg weekend MM
That's gonna hurt! Free medicare anyone?
Gasp-worthy ending. Excellent 55.
Splat?
After that you end with splat? Totally cruel. Excellent - but cruel!
I'm up here.
Love the image. Stunning words, Minky.
I wonder what he thought when he remembered he forgot to tie the bungee cord on?
I've always loved the way you pair up photos to your work. It amazes me - that's impressive! Loved this one!
Yikes- good write though. No way I would sky dive! thanks-
Blogger is eating up my comments again, darling. It was witty and glorious, too... oh, well.
I like your use of wind, it made me think of all your flying dreams. Don't hit the ground in those, ok? That can't end well.
Great pairing ... image and your words!
Splat indeed. Just a graphic, juicy word, that.
Seriously, everyone forgets the splat.
what about the heart beating... so fast jumping out of your chest and then splat! Enjoy a splat free weekend. :)
Yikes! Suicide as an experiment!
I had a feeling this wasn't going to end well, Monkey Man! ;)
Loved it!
Have a fabulous weekend!
Graphic! Glad I've had my dinner.
Thanks for visiting '1513fusion'.
Harry
Always best to avoid the splat. Nice one.
And after the splat came.... YOuch!
Very clever and witty, thanks for making me smile :) and, thanks for your comment on mine.
Splat...ouch, hope it wasn't a base jumper in a squirrel suit...fun 55 ~
lots of wisdom here!
Aloha from Honolulu
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I bet a magical hand will grab his legs and lift him up flying to heaven....
profound 55.
enjoyed the plot.
Similar to a recurring nightmare of mine--except I probably don't get to the 'splat' or the dream could not recur????
Well done, Monkey Man.
I hope my life ends with a bang, not a splat.
OOFF! That would have left a mark! Nice one!
do you really think all this wen falling !!! ;)
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