Risk

why not step out on a limb, Isn't that where the fruit is?

What flight

What fall

What courage

Gusto

Failure

What plight

What dark night

Tunneled with expectation

At shortcomings

What burn

What singe

What yearn and cringe

What crisp clutch of comfort

Stuck in a free-fall of static stoicism

How tragic

How trepid

How clammed

And crammed in cowardry

How wicked

How tainted

How opposite of breathing

Self-suffocation

Funneled with plastic justification

PC piped with complacency

And just so damn horror-struck

Stuck and plucked

Remorse running amuck

Time screeching

Demanding and abrupt

And ready to be challenged

Tick �"

My move

Tock

Yours

Chessing around the relevant

And losing pieces in the dusk

Some dingy flux of light

Going down with the sight

Of relief

What grief

How now must one come to see

Which way

Is

And which to leave

Which way goes

And which way sings

Which way sits atop the tree

The limbs with fruit

The branch with swing

 

The first step

And I’m falling

The first step

And I’m walking

And I’m running

And I’m flying

And I’m….

And I’m….

Reviews

[kurrupted]

Hmmmm! This is awesome, and really let me say this first, you have a way of superbly sealing up the ending. Some great poems have the proclivity of taking the reader into their lines, you just are not reading the poems you become a part of it...but while in most peoms you get out after reading, yours seals it at end leaving one within the lines...and that's how masterpiece are.
Lovely and yes Risk-the greatest of it is not taking one it was said.

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

love your writting style!! x0