a loose wire dangling,
tattered at certain places,
spiraling downwards
to a bottom, I can not see,
for I am hanging somewhere
in the middle, nothing lies
below or up, but this point
where I gauchely cling, as
to follow the passage
of that thin cord,
I can not touch but
feel in my sight
.
I am linking it up with Friday Flash 55.
New look? I like 🙂 interesting how you feel you are in the middle, not knowing what to expect at either end… But the end is in sight.. You just have to reach out and grab…
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Wonderful. I’m so glad I read this today.
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following that path of things we cannot see but feel.. it always is an adventure… and so cool how that cable inspired poetry… i like
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Nice 55….the sense of touch is our most valuable.
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makes me wonder where it might lead…but that is part of the adventure of life now isnt it….not knowing…seeing only a brief bit of it and trusting enough to follow it….
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Being suspended is always a difficult, alienating place, but there are forces at play–like gravity–which hopefully will help. Love the dangling feeling you inject here.
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You must beware of those dangling participles!!!
HA…Once again you have demonstrated your expertise at all forms of writing.
You are a joy to read
Loved your insightful 55
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
And a Happy New Year
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And you just know that wire is live and will zap you when you inadvertently brush against it.
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Sounds like a very difficult position to be in…suspended between the top and a bottom. I have had nightmares the likes of these.
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Nicely done!
What if the cord is spiraling upwards, and not downwards?
(Sorry, perspective is on my mind at the moment.)
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What an uncomfortable place to be at if “nothing lies / below or up,”! You certainly managed to convey how awful such a situation is.
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Though you write of a place that feels unsafe, there is hope there…and that is what we have to cling to…sometimes it’s all we can cling to.
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Wires are very evocative and you definitely give the feeling of being strung out here–the short lines work super well. Have a happy new year, HA. k.
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Oh do be certain it really is a cable wire … middle may not be relevant! 🌝
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Graet representation! Reading this makes me reflect and feel as if I am hanging on to that cable or my own cable. Thank You
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The meaning behind your poem says it all.
We all feel like being in the middle of things and not knowing what side to believe or choose. But sometimes choosing a right side can bring us to an ending of solutions.
Beautifully written my friend.,
I am back! and I just posted a new poem. check it out…:)
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Vert deep and ponderfull, for some reason it makes me make thoughts and associations to th Fates from mythology.
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hanging on somewhere in the middle! Might be the safest place -interesting 55
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i can understand hanging on a loose wire – somewhere in the middle, not knowing where i am or where i am going – seeing frays and wondering if the wire will support my weight….
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hey now, HA, you really penned out a neat verse from just a simple dangling wire…so cool! 🙂
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