Daring Cliffs

I could survive the rest of my life with a mini bar and a bag of blue pens... A satisfying Friday afternoon read has been had.

I'll fight you for the bag of cashews...

Cheers, JC!

Hat trick! That's three poems you stamped with approval this week...

Many thanks, Roach, appreciate it.

some piece of us resides in each poem. 'I'm here, I'm here, find me!' it shouts...

Only the keenest eye sees those pieces. I have a feeling about your cleverness, Feddeler. Don't betray any discoveries, now...

:)

Nice write, nice idea... Like especially the first stanza :
"I could live in a poem,
starlit verses tumbling,
landing gem side up."
And the last one, also...
Oh, in fact, I like all the poem!

Thank you, malin, I'm pleased this caught your eye!

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A very nice write atakti, the words spoke to me.

Thank you, Ace, for stopping by and leaving your thoughts.

Totally agree with Malin about the beautifully written first stanza.

For my eye and flow I would tweak the format of the third stanza to:

Where I am,
there are only the daring
cliffs and the cries that cling
to the skirt shadows
I left behind

on the page.

Just my opinion, Atakti. The piece works very well as is stands.

Every day of our lives should be a poem...like this one...
Thumbs up !!

I love the phrase "Tuesday world", because it subtly and perfectly conveys maudlin mundanity, in contrast with the sunlit faery world of poetry.