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dracula68 Junior Member
since 2008-09-07
Posts 30Illinois |
Diving A long time ago I was too scared to even climb those high steps. Now I breathe, and breathe, and breathe once more until my toes curl -- just barely -- over the precipice In my mind I see the art my body will make as it curves, bends and rolls in the air. I set up. I close my eyes and then I leap far away from fear's hands before it can clench and curl my body once more in its fist And as I surface once again I laugh and laugh and smile with lungs and life exhilirated yet again *** note on this poem. I. do. not. dive. Much too -- let's just say I prefer to keep my head and my stomach in their natural order. Simple dive -- maybe -- off a lowboard or a nice, on-the-ground ledge. I often use diving, though, as a kind of metaphor for what I love about the act of writing. Any of us can take a million lessons about how to dive. When to tuck, when to roll. We can talk to each other, get advice and critiques. Much like we can with writing. But, in the end, writing is about just you and the blank page. Just like in diving. You get up on that board and you jump -- it's all you. Whether it's 500 hours preparation for one jump that lasts two seconds or one poem that lasts 40 lines -- I wouldn't trade that feeling for anything in the world. |
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chopsticks Senior Member
since 2007-10-02
Posts 888The US, |
Drac, the first rule of diving, don't forget to hold your breath. Now back to the top of the page |
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dracula68 Junior Member
since 2008-09-07
Posts 30Illinois |
Diving A long time ago I was too scared to even climb those high steps. Now I breathe, and breathe, and breathe once more. Calm now, I can inhale once more and hold as I thrust my arms up and curl my toes curl -- just barely -- over the precipice In my mind I see the art my body will make as it curves, bends and rolls in the air. I set up. I close my eyes and then I leap far away from fear's hands before it can clench and curl my body once more in its fist And as I surface once again I laugh and laugh and smile with lungs and life exhilirated yet again How's that? |
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