The Pull

I climb ten thousand steps
And climb ten thousand more
Until I reach the penthouse suite
Of the Tower of Babel Store

And through the diamond sky
For lo and many miles
With Galileo's sword
I could see my Lucy smile

But looking out is not a sin
And looking in, naught is found
And gravity pulls
My eyesight down
And down
And down
And farther down

Like a lemming drawn
Across the ledge
I follow myself
To the very edge

Lucy sings her siren song
Hoping to at least distract
Speaking tongues in harmony
A hundred thousand stacked

I struggle to discern her voice
But my soul is locked edgeward bound
And gravity pulls
My eyesight down
And down
And down
And farther down

I'm not a Shakespeare fan
Not Hemingway, not J Kennedy Toole
But looking down, I see the sun
A mesmerizing, hypnotic jewel

It draws me in with such a promise
Waves of truth, rays of escape
It's undaunted smile
Flaps like Superman's cape

Another step and I start my life
A vertical journey without sound
Once my flight begins
Gravity pulls me down
And down
And down
And farther down

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like the insight in this...we always try to climb some ladder of understanding...of society and yet, there is always some gravitational pull...something that is bringing us down...maybe it is our own ego---

maybe the lack of one...but we are our own worst critics...writers are like that.

but we are drawn to the art, pulled in by it...

j.

[David W Moore III]

The art and life as well. :) Thanks for stopping by and commenting!

[Alisa Js]

Aloha,

Thank you for stopping by and for your comments. I look forward to reading more of your thoughts.

This one is quite powerful in its emotional energy and imagery.

Very well written.

Alisa💫

[David W Moore III]

Thank you ;)

[Deandra Dawn]

And down and down and farther down....love this, really well written. Nice job.

[David W Moore III]

Thank you. :)

[Deandra Dawn]

You are very welcome :)