Beckett says, "the creation of the world
did not take place once and for all time
but takes place every day."
O please tell me the world
O pause the day
I must mean something too, I think
on days I telescope into
myself or memory
coming into the wounds through
which the words become
somewhere are places bright and
in my head, a graveyard bigger
than the city it lives in
see, I really mean no harm
I say, climbing... down
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Pic: A few miles down the Bright Angel Trail; I am (and my shadow is) about three feet from the edge--and somehow, that's ok; any closer, and I'd freak out. We're back, BTW. I'm just still thinking about it.
12 comments:
What a sad, aching poem Maya. I love it. I’m glad you are home safely,
I’ve not yet been to the Grand Canyon to see its majesty in person.
This poem is so poignant. I love the movement of it--the way it funnels down from the world to your own mind. And the plaintiveness of the second stanza after that wonderful Beckett quote--Perfection.
It's truly a wonderful poem, maya. And welcome home, my friend.
You have such a gift for putting the deepest emotion into words. Your work always touches me.
Fourth stanza is great.
I'm so scared of heights. I can barely even look at the photo!
Thank you, J. I have the feeling you would experience TGC with awe...
Thank you, Nance...
"Is Nance being kind because..." is a thought that crept into my mind today. I'll take it <3
Thank you, Jeanie <3
Thank you, Steph... I tweaked it a bit more...
Engie--I think I did it partly from peer pressure?
No, my friend. I'm always honest in my critiques. If I were going to Just Be Kind, I'd simply mention a few things I liked and stop there.
Lesson learned, Nance; I'm sorry. I doubt my own faculties in this moment is all.
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