This poem is my entry for Luciana Moroianu’s Hot Ghazal Summer series. Please check out her work and all the great ghazals.
Up there look to such a high place and see how many fall reach the top a desire only realized by those willing to fall The path not clear and the goal obscure, do you climb? to reach the top? You may dream but no, you will fall Down, down, and thud all progress gone without a trace now reset will you begin again knowing what it's like to fall? Was it a mistake that sent you down? A simple slip and then... or did you give up again and choose to jump instead of fall? Then why begin again? Surely you can't win. The climb is but repetition. Never reach the top, or anything, only fall So learn to love it, Daniel, that climb and know what is at the bottom will always catch you and save you from the fall
This poem was inspired by true events. Literally falling off the wall in a climbing gym. I first thought it would be scary but it turned out to be a lot of fun. So there’s a reminder to not let your fear stop you from trying new things. Especially when those things are what twelve year old you would have found to be awesome.
This is amazing, Daniel. Every word truth!
I like the motion in this one. Are we zooming out or in?! Up or down!?