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It’s surely a
lonnnnnggggggg
way down.
You’re leaning over the banister,
The coral rough sediment is
Scratchy on your fingertips.
You’re looking both
out there
and
in here,
Gazing at silly geese who
Munch and walk,
Together like family,
Separate as individuals.
There’s the soft blowing,
cool breeze on your cheeks,
Hairs being rustled atop your head,
And it’s as if nature is
Sending soft kisses in your
Direction.
Although you shiver and shudder,
Since the air feels like
Melting ice cubes.
. . . . . The water is grey,
as you look out.
Grey, barren.
Alone and dry.
You wonder if anyone can see
You out there.
If they can see you in here.
Would they approach you?
Or just let you be?
Would you like them to?
. . . . . It’s quiet here,
Save from the chattering of
automobiles and blind
engines in the sky.
It’s quiet.
And it’s cool.
Cool enough to settle an
imagined frost upon your
limbs.
But not cool enough, yet, to
send you away from
the peace.
Mmm, yes, it is
p e a c e f u l
here. . . . .
You look out, again.
Watching this scene – cycle and repeat.
You wonder if it’s you, next,
Just cycling and repeating.
You wonder and surely hope not –
You can see the curls
of emotion rippling
at the edges of
your mind.
You try to shake the
dread away,
as your fingers lay again
on the rustic stone.
You look down,
and try again not
to wonder,
how far it is you’d have to fall
to land on some semblance of
solid ground again.
You shake the thought,
biting your lip in coiling
frustration.
You won’t amuse such
ridiculous thoughts.
Out to the water,
Rushing through with
waves upon waves,
Your eyes stray to this. . . . .
Beautiful
C o n t i n uity
Maybe you aren’t out there,
At all.
After all,
You’re pretty sure you’re just right here.
No longer shivering,
but warmth spreading
throughout you like
waves of sunshine over
plentiful treetops.
. . . . .You are safe here.
And it doesn’t interest
you how far down the
next level of ground is.
You are safe and free.
. . . . . . You are at
peace.
lonnnnnggggggg
way down.
You’re leaning over the banister,
The coral rough sediment is
Scratchy on your fingertips.
You’re looking both
out there
and
in here,
Gazing at silly geese who
Munch and walk,
Together like family,
Separate as individuals.
There’s the soft blowing,
cool breeze on your cheeks,
Hairs being rustled atop your head,
And it’s as if nature is
Sending soft kisses in your
Direction.
Although you shiver and shudder,
Since the air feels like
Melting ice cubes.
. . . . . The water is grey,
as you look out.
Grey, barren.
Alone and dry.
You wonder if anyone can see
You out there.
If they can see you in here.
Would they approach you?
Or just let you be?
Would you like them to?
. . . . . It’s quiet here,
Save from the chattering of
automobiles and blind
engines in the sky.
It’s quiet.
And it’s cool.
Cool enough to settle an
imagined frost upon your
limbs.
But not cool enough, yet, to
send you away from
the peace.
Mmm, yes, it is
p e a c e f u l
here. . . . .
You look out, again.
Watching this scene – cycle and repeat.
You wonder if it’s you, next,
Just cycling and repeating.
You wonder and surely hope not –
You can see the curls
of emotion rippling
at the edges of
your mind.
You try to shake the
dread away,
as your fingers lay again
on the rustic stone.
You look down,
and try again not
to wonder,
how far it is you’d have to fall
to land on some semblance of
solid ground again.
You shake the thought,
biting your lip in coiling
frustration.
You won’t amuse such
ridiculous thoughts.
Out to the water,
Rushing through with
waves upon waves,
Your eyes stray to this. . . . .
Beautiful
C o n t i n uity
Maybe you aren’t out there,
At all.
After all,
You’re pretty sure you’re just right here.
No longer shivering,
but warmth spreading
throughout you like
waves of sunshine over
plentiful treetops.
. . . . .You are safe here.
And it doesn’t interest
you how far down the
next level of ground is.
You are safe and free.
. . . . . . You are at
peace.
Weekly writing assignment #2, woot, woot!
So, this is a bit of a different poem, a different piece, in ways. Not too much though, but it's a nice poem. I actually just used a part of this poem to become inspired and write up a new poem that I'll be shortly uploading soon. That one isn't quite as nice, although maybe it is, but just in different ways. Anywho.
I wrote this poem way back a few months ago when I was standing outside early in the morning at school, looking out at the old parking lot below and the area around me, before class was going to start and it was a nice, lovely day and I just wrote what I saw and what I felt. It was pretty pleasant, if I do say so, myself.
The safety in this piece is for the speaker being able to be around heights that once arose anxiety within them and made them consider jumping. See, not too pleasant now, is it?
But the speaker just takes a moment to look around and genuinely be there in the moment to see what they're seeing and just breathe and cast away any lingering of those thoughts that tell them to test out how far away the ground below is. I guess, maybe slightly ominous in my description here though, not sure how ominous that sounds in the reading itself (I'm certainly biased).
One of the stanzas I particularly love and have conflict with is the one about whether the speaker (the "you") would want anyone to see them as they are standing there, looking out, and whether they would approach them or just let them be.
That's essentially a question and a pondering that I had many times over the course of this semester. I wondered to myself (and certainly only as a wonder and never as a legitimately considered action) whether anyone would say anything if I jumped onto the train tracks or if I stood on a ledge. I think that's a pretty common thought though, so that's comforting. I know there were a few times where I was upset or crying in public and people DID ask me if I was okay and it was.... both helpful and painful in a sense. It was confusing but touching and yeah, I guess, sometimes people do, and sometimes those smallest things can mean and be so much.
It is meant to be a more pleasant piece though. I hope that comes through more than this description does, haha.
[[Written September 10 & 15.2014]]
So, this is a bit of a different poem, a different piece, in ways. Not too much though, but it's a nice poem. I actually just used a part of this poem to become inspired and write up a new poem that I'll be shortly uploading soon. That one isn't quite as nice, although maybe it is, but just in different ways. Anywho.
I wrote this poem way back a few months ago when I was standing outside early in the morning at school, looking out at the old parking lot below and the area around me, before class was going to start and it was a nice, lovely day and I just wrote what I saw and what I felt. It was pretty pleasant, if I do say so, myself.
The safety in this piece is for the speaker being able to be around heights that once arose anxiety within them and made them consider jumping. See, not too pleasant now, is it?
But the speaker just takes a moment to look around and genuinely be there in the moment to see what they're seeing and just breathe and cast away any lingering of those thoughts that tell them to test out how far away the ground below is. I guess, maybe slightly ominous in my description here though, not sure how ominous that sounds in the reading itself (I'm certainly biased). One of the stanzas I particularly love and have conflict with is the one about whether the speaker (the "you") would want anyone to see them as they are standing there, looking out, and whether they would approach them or just let them be.
That's essentially a question and a pondering that I had many times over the course of this semester. I wondered to myself (and certainly only as a wonder and never as a legitimately considered action) whether anyone would say anything if I jumped onto the train tracks or if I stood on a ledge. I think that's a pretty common thought though, so that's comforting. I know there were a few times where I was upset or crying in public and people DID ask me if I was okay and it was.... both helpful and painful in a sense. It was confusing but touching and yeah, I guess, sometimes people do, and sometimes those smallest things can mean and be so much.
It is meant to be a more pleasant piece though. I hope that comes through more than this description does, haha.
[[Written September 10 & 15.2014]]
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