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AT THE LZ (Landing Zone).

I wait
wrapped in cold azure morning light
and dread
poised on the sharp edge of wilderness
that is
the land and gravity of the heart
for you:

I wait
gripped in brittle silence intently
thinking
barely breathing  deeply pondering
my fate
a dark cascading river of thought
for you.

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  • waydownuponjoy
    October 7

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    I do like what you share ...

    and this poem of yours held much thought for me as I pictured this scene with you in a foreign land and then pictured that same sort of scene for one young man heading West for the first time, many, many years ago and sitting on the edge of Native American land and possibly pondering the same sort of thing.

    I'm sure there was more to the metaphor as well ... and I pondered that too!

    Nice sharing! joy


  • evil-incarnate
    July 22

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    the cold azure morning light line made me think of apoem they made us learn when i was little...the eagle? i think its was called...now i want to look it up. but really well written with beautiful imagery.

  • momentarylapse
    July 19
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    on the brink

    so this is how it was seconds before...

  • patrick20traveler
    July 15
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    I can feel the dread in it and the love. Good write.