Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Rock Face


Smooth, cold hand-hold
unforgiving
          and yet,
a life rest
for weary traveler

up
   up
     up
          into air and space

Ribbons of colored
seams and streams
seem daunting

experience calls confidence
wills them to dance,
to mingle
with every step
and every glance

puzzled pieces
slip-fit
and
suddenly bold
is born…

1 comment:

  1. Your poem captures concentration and will power required for rock face climbing (says this arm chair climber) - some great lines.
    MJ

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