The Swing

Leaning back with legs stretched out, I glide through the air.  Bending my knees and tucking my heels, I retrace my arc. Sailing forward again, ignoring earth’s grasp, I let go and leap. 

This is my entry in this weekend’s Trifextra Challenge.

About paulajwray

I am a writer and I live in the Rocky Mountains of southwest Colorado with my husband and a balding black cat. I write humor, flash fiction, creative non-fiction, inspirational essays, and poetry. When I'm not writing, making lists, or forcing a family member to listen to something I've written, I'm reading, gardening, or laughing with my friends. I also, occasionally, sit and stare.
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6 Responses to The Swing

  1. Lucy says:

    Your words made me feel like I was the one on the swing! I enjoyed this.

  2. Swings – every moment beautifully expressed.

  3. jannatwrites says:

    I loved swinging (I avoided jumping, though because I never landed gracefully :))

    Nice picture, too. It makes me feel like I’m soaring in the air.

  4. Paula J says:

    Letting go and leaving the swing while it was at its highest was a thrill. Landing was never a sure thing. Thanks for the comment.

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