A Brief Conversation With A Man Who Fell Off a Cliff
He said he was surprised how little time it took
to hit the ground.
He thought it would take longer,
that he'd have time to see
the purple swallows nested in the crags.
to hit the ground.
He thought it would take longer,
that he'd have time to see
the purple swallows nested in the crags.
I asked him where he hurt and he said
everywhere,
seeing as he'd landed not on sand
but on a rock outcropping.
everywhere,
seeing as he'd landed not on sand
but on a rock outcropping.
They are so brave, he said, right before he died,
indicating with his eyes
the nests tucked in the sheer
and jagged face of stone
indicating with his eyes
the nests tucked in the sheer
and jagged face of stone
Until the wind.
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I like the idea of brief conversations as the basis for poems.
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I love the word crag.
"He thought it would take longer,
that he'd have time to see
the purple swallows nested in the crags."
Beautiful.
Heartbreaking and moving.. well done. *
**Oh!**
Brilliant!
"I like the idea of brief conversations as the basis for poems."
Me too!
*
I like the idea and execution both, but the latter really shines.
I like the narrator's calm!
Hemingway would have loved this. I do, too. (this is not reciprocity, btw, just coincidence!) ;)
I absolutely adore this poem!
Very nice.
Gorgeous. Really enjoyed the look that you afford us from up high and the juxtaposition of the small and the large.
Thanks to all.