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Maybe upon a time
When shadow was light
And the hard edge of the cliff
Hung below my shaking knees
I might have touched a face.
Now, I walk the contours of my mind
Seeing: something?
Wind-bent patterns in the steppes
Always just a gust ahead

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The following comments are for "Steps"
by r1067r

Shaking knees
The third and fourth lines were very stirring and somehow disturbing.

Maybe because it vibrantly jarred back muscle memory of standing on the ledges of bridges or tall buildings, legs shaking and mind impulsively shrieking "Jump!" even when you're not feeling particularly suicidal.

I'm not afraid of heights. I just loathe that impulse to leap and see if today, I'll learn to fly.

Or fall and forget to hit the ground, as Douglas Adams would have said.

Oh, yes, back to the poem. Sorry, I'm a rambling sort today. Too much coffee and too little sleep.

I liked this. An ethereal quality, the poem transcends the gap between recollection and dream. Hazy, undefined, but for that reason, enjoyable.

( Posted by: chinadoll [Member] On: October 2, 2007 )

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