Plunge

[peacejazzspirit]

She stands, all but bare.
Watching the ripples across the surface.
A cool breeze caresses her back,
while the sun's warmth peeks over the fence.
Reminding her of decisions gone by,
much like the one ahead of her.

The plunge is icy,
the burn of exhaustion runs rampant through her.
Yet, the cost may be worth the satisfaction received.
Can she take the plunge?

Hi Jezie,
I like this poem very much... the daunting decision looming over the head of the protagonist... but the first two lines, I think, are a bit vague. Give more details--does she stand rigidly, or is she relaxed? Are the ripples on the surface which she's staring at ripples on water, ripples of a smile gracing someone's face, or something else entirely? I would insert "but" at the beginning of the second line of the second stanza, to better contradict the icy plunge and the burn of exhaustion. And second stanza, third line, "yet" doesn't add anything for me... it seems unnecessary.

Great poem