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Moments at the Edge
by Rachel Bennetthe kneels at the cusp,
straightening shirt cuffs
frayed into threads clipped
and peeled back as nerve endings
and he looks back at his path,
tapping tips of fingers on rock
importantly, as if recording
transcripts of isolation.
finally, he faces the city,
ready to return home.
he bows, stands, stretches,
and dives. 02/08/2010 Author's Note: A bit of a bras d'honneur toward the struggle I went through writing today. Here's an extra for today!
Posted on 02/09/2010
Copyright © 2024 Rachel Bennett
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michael Defries on 02/09/10 at 08:07 AM Nice first stanza...and "transcripts of isolation". How did you come up with this line? Wow! Something...I really like here. |
| Posted by Richard Colinson on 02/09/10 at 01:34 PM Very nice. I also really like the first stanza especially "and peeled back as nerve endings". |
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