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[ in the tilt of days ]

in the tilt of days
i've seen the seesaw tip
in a mockery of balance
it rocked freely
across a rusted pipe
groaning softly in the breeze

 

i rode the board
with its peeling red paint
stretched tight across the swollen grain
high into the green grass sky
until i slid back down again
and muttered with the ants in the dust below

 

and in the fleeting moment
of equilibrium i smelled the fear
graham cracker crumb days

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  • Mari Goes gold member
    August 25

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    It feels like a ride on a roller coaster. We think fear won't show up till we start to descend. Much like life itself.
    cracker crumb days, I like that.
    Nice to see you posting again BL


  • Yemassee gold member
    August 22

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    The highs and lows of our reason I guess. The first lines did a good job of reminding me of 43 year old memories, of the old school teeter-totter, which I think was green and chipping.

    But yeah, there can be these highs and of course utter lows...the equilibrium is wonderful, but it's all to brief.

    graham cracker crumb days...that's interesting, childhood? Or maybe a more allusive metaphor?


  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    August 21

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    Oh, Loper, the tilt---
    reflects not an even keel---

    So strong the images,
    as also the uncertainty.

    And you work with numbers!!!

    A poet you are...

    Have missed you,

    M-C