Riding Giants

Thoughts on Writing

I'm standing

on giant shoulders

wondering how I

got here.

The view is

magnificent,

the height is 

frightening.

I cannot be

anywhere but

here, head in these

luminous clouds.

Each giant stride shakes

the earth

knocks me over

yet I, I,

I am 

inadequate

I cannot stand

with those

who stand

on giant shoulders.

I watch as they build

ladders,

draw blue prints

for elevators,

construct launchpads

for rocket ships.

I wish to be content and enjoy

the view 

whilst this giant strides

strides on;

instead I crane my neck

up

then

down

knowing I am only

recreating

copying

masterpieces,

then flinging fruitlessly

hoping they'll 

fly or float

instead of plunge.

I am driven

trying to climb inside my

head and bring

it all out 

transcribed into words;

too many steps intervene

while the giant

glides effortlessly

forward.

Oh the beauty

and greatness

that I sit atop

while within my skull

tumbles longing, grief, joy,

sorrow,love,hope and

more than can flow

through mere fingertips.

I stroke the giant face

wishing again to open

up this bony bank and

empty out the treasures

within, stopping to wonder

if so few would be there

that I would be better off

observing the view,

letting others try for

greater heights.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think sometimes we strive too hard to be great...i think if we just do what we do...if that is writing, fine...just do it...let it pour out...don't force anything...

we will raise ourselves above the giant's head...without even trying..

the words will come, the words will speak for us...and we will grow to heights never imagined..

when we relax and let it come...we are much better off than forcing the issue.

jacob