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The Jump!
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The Jump! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Bequeathed to me the right to see the distance down from solid ground and in I breathe heroically the cushion of clear mountain air. In and out, not yet I shout, I still must feel the burn of fear before, before, I’ve done it all for then, what then, except to mourn the passing of my final dare. No ”Be careful” or “Good luck” or “Are you sure the lines are strong?” for the edge of all I once held dear has plain and simply disappeared. With muscles taut and jaw rigid each molecule of cell tissue drops, pulls up, drops, pulls, again while from my soul an inner growl halts in mid flow all my screams. Not bequeathed to me to have the bravery of he who jumps but from the outside yet within I know I’ve felt the drop and pull and I’ll remember till I’m dead the day “we” jumped … right into hell! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Sounds like you were watching a skyjumper or hang glider or? perhaps, a spelunker going into a cave. Enjoyed the write, and the safety of keeping my feet on the ground.  |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
My two feet are set in quick dry concrete. And I am not going to allow anyone to try to get them out of my shoes and into some silly harness so that I can feel the drop and pull too.... An excellent poem, thanx for sharing it with us. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks Midnitesun and Magnus - yes, feet on the ground is my style too! It was a somewhat emotional "watch".  |
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