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THE THRILL OF THE PLUNGE
THE THRILL OF THE PLUNGE*
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steel tracks twist and dive,
a serpent of metal coil
fear and joy collide
hands raised to the sky,
trusting the rush of the ride—
in thrill, our hearts soar
cresting the high peak,
the world drops away below
time bends in the loop
screams mix with laughter
hearts race in the weightless air—
then the silence falls
back on solid ground,
echoes of thrill linger still—
brave hearts crave the next
*Note:This poem was written for and published at Writer Monk for its weekly Poesy and Poise contest, August 18, 2025. This is my original poem.
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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