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Cliffs
by Traci MabatsIts like hanging from a cliff
by a rope
dangling above cruel-looking boulders
and crashing waves below
but somehow the rope has turned into
a barbed-wire fence
its twisted metal points
are tearing through your flesh
and suddenly you find yourself imagining
about the solid security of those
rocks
and how gentle the caress of the tide
frothing around your broken body
and you are so enchanted by this mental picture
you dont even realize youve already
let go and are falling
so fast that you dont
have time to
scream
05/15/2003 Author's Note: this poem is about decision, er perhaps indecision, when faced with the choice of a rock and a hard place I believe sometimes people linger trying to decide which fate is worse and in the end time takes over and makes the choice for them.
Posted on 05/15/2003
Copyright © 2025 Traci Mabats
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/15/03 at 04:48 PM Yes indeed, things do have a habit of working themselves out. It's too bad the Author's note was necessary to explain the poem, but it doesn't have the same impact without it. Perhaps retitling the poem Between Rocks and A Hard Place??? Otherwise, very good descriptiveness, imagery, and overall analogy. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/16/03 at 04:33 PM Well, the state of decision taking is very unconfortable. But if its left to WHAT IS, its capable of deciding WHAT SHOULD BE. In any case, time is paramount. And you said this imaginatively. |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 02/16/04 at 08:51 PM This is a really good description and quite fitting to me, personally. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 07/05/09 at 08:22 PM A cliffhanger in every true sense of the word. Congratulations on POTD! |
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