The cliff
July 31, 2006
Posted in Poetry, The well |
No matter how I looked at it, the height stayed.
A thousand hours spend thinking about how and why and is this really necessary.
A millions words, not meant to harm, not meant to push away.
Thrown before me, in the hopes that they would dissapear.
But they floated. They waited. Watched me as I pondered how badly I needed to jump.
There is no other side. No invisible bridge that will take me across the gulf.
Only… I still hoped you see?
All my Words, waiting for me. Like smiling demons. Like crying angels.
And as I jumped I put my hands up in the air.
They couldn’t figure out if I was reaching out or giving up.
So they watched me fall.
And I watched them watch.
One day I’m sure I’ll reach the bottom.
I don’t know when, I haven’t looked down yet.
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Y a pas de fond. Seulement des nuages à percer par de merveilleux sauts en avant. Le reste n’est que peur ou regret.
Up down turn around … its all the same?? But hey, isn’t it the journey that counts. I smiled out loud at the image of words as little demons or angels.
Cheers
Glenn
perrasite: on part de très haut alors. est-ce tomber ou vivre?
glenn: yes, a journey, never alone. Images and Words our lights
Like smiling demons. Like crying angels.
Parfois un parfois l’autre mais ils sont une telle libération de l’esprit. Super le nouveau look et j’adore ton courant actuel!
j-julie: tu as tout à fait raison
merci beaucoup pour les compliments, c’est gentil!