This is a poem (yes, very different for me) but it's also a writing exercise for the fiction writers. Maybe it can inspire a story from one of you. Thanks.
I have this dream–
where I'm naked
but not ashamed
and scaling this
cliff face; yes, entirely
bare, bruised a bit here,
scraped a bit there
yet clean, unbroken,
relishing the climb
and the breeze
off the ocean below,
the way the muscles
tautly conquer gravity,
fear of falling,
and time
is caught
in my very breath
deferred in dreamlike
perfection, but–
gasping, the moment
dissolves like sea foam
beneath the breakers.
3 comments:
I love dreams and dream work even more. This one is packed full of knowing.
nice share
This poem does absolutely nothing for me, and as many times as I read it, I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm afraid of heights, maybe it's something else, but I can't like it or dislike it, it just doesn't reach me at all. Saying all that, it doesn't make sense to say that "swallowing" seems an odd word where it is, I can't give a reason for it, it just stands out. not very helpful I'm afraid.
yes very different and for some reason it looks a lot like this new format you have going here, with the pictures and colour.
Like Roust the word swallowing does seem to have a negative perhaps not negative effect, but I can't help thinking someone asking "Do you swallow." Terribly rude I know.
Overall a good poem and I like the short line breaks throughout.
Two more exams left!
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