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Between a Roc and a Wet Place
by David NeubauerFortunately, I could swim.
It took a moment, after the impact,
for direction to once again have
meaning. Up, I discovered,
is where bubbles go when
they leave my mouth.
I'm suspended by tepid gelatin,
greys and greens that cling
and seep up my nose.
I'm no longer sure my arms work,
but there is a gnawing
burning to my chest.
However, one thing above all else is clear.
Never, and I mean never,
tease a bird large enough
to drop you in a lake. 04/13/2009 Posted on 01/05/2010
Copyright © 2024 David Neubauer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Olivia Martin on 01/05/10 at 12:53 PM I love this piece! The images are poignant and playful, and the visuals are very strong. Thank you for this, it was thoroughly enjoyable! |
| Posted by V. Blake on 01/05/10 at 05:06 PM "Never, and I mean never, / tease a bird large enough / to drop you in a lake." That is the best thing I've read in a long time. Is there any significance to spelling it "Roc," or was that a typo? I'm adding this to my favorites regardless. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 01/06/10 at 08:15 PM this made me laugh out loud...and i really needed that. thanks. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/06/10 at 11:53 PM Ha! I must remember that.. |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 01/12/10 at 03:54 AM What a riot! :) @Vince: "Roc" is a mythical bird of prey... Vince? Oh, he's not listening... oh well! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/23/11 at 12:09 AM Good to see this tale as POTD! |
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