Friday, February 4, 2011

On Top of Tall

If I stood on top of tall,
throwing life into the wind,
would I be carried off to sea,
left scattered amongst the squalls.

Would I be washed and cleansed,
or set sail beyond the curvature -
of the lens; no mast to carry me,
nor sails full or free.

If I stood on top of tall,
beyond a stretch to see,
balanced on the edge,
willing it to fall; would I then be
looking past and beyond it all.

Left standing, a finger to the wind,
a current of the time, everything in
view, and everything is mine.
The only thing I need to do -
is to stand on top of tall.
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13 comments:

  1. ClaudiaFebruary 8, 2011 at 5:30 PM

    i like the thought of throwing life into the wind..letting go...

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  2. Brian MillerFebruary 8, 2011 at 6:27 PM

    i think i may need to climb up on top of tall...that is a nice turn of phrase as well...

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  3. Diana LeeFebruary 8, 2011 at 6:41 PM

    What a great title! I read it aloud and I love the way the words feel. Nice to find you through oneshot.

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  4. dustusFebruary 8, 2011 at 7:38 PM

    I agree with Diana. Superb title that—to me it acts as a great metaphor for looking at life beyond the mundane, peering into the unknown. Great concept and excellent poetry, David

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  5. moondustwriterFebruary 8, 2011 at 10:51 PM

    I enjoyed this. It has the element that appeals to young and old.

    Thanks for sharing with One Shot

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  6. Shashidhar SharmaFebruary 9, 2011 at 8:07 AM

    A good one shot... and the lines ...

    'Would I be washed and cleansed,
    or set sail beyond the curvature -
    of the lens; no mast to carry me,
    nor sails full or free.'

    got me thinking beyond... I enjoyed it.

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/whispers-another-kind-of-valentines-day.html

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  7. AnonymousFebruary 9, 2011 at 11:26 AM

    A bit of E. Dickinson in the fine rhetoric and your exposition. You wind the metaphor through your stanzas with great variety. -- Brendan

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  8. BubbaFebruary 9, 2011 at 12:26 PM

    I can see for miles and miles...

    Uplifting piece, David! :)

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  9. Big Sur BlogisphereFebruary 9, 2011 at 6:31 PM

    David, I like this poem a lot. It's like something I would write. To be free. To let go. The great paradox is to stand tall in our incarnation, make a courageous call and then dissolve into the greater reality. The way of the peaceful warrior.
    Well done.
    Your friend,
    Tiger Windwalker

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  10. AnonymousFebruary 12, 2011 at 6:08 PM

    Oh, very nice!

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  11. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallFebruary 13, 2011 at 10:32 PM

    grand opening,
    super talented poetry,
    a thrill to see you in,
    have fun!

    Happy V Day.
    A++

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  12. Steve IsaakFebruary 14, 2011 at 2:05 PM

    Solid work, great title.

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  13. KavitaFebruary 14, 2011 at 5:58 PM

    Oh wow.. what a fantastic and inviting thought, David! Really enjoy the vivid pictures you have painted, and the questions asked! Really made me think!!
    "would I then be
    looking past and beyond it all." - -really liked these lines a lot!!!

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