Then, just like that, the dream ends:
You're back at the cliff edge,
A little more aware
Of the choice
On this side, the ground's underfoot
Things are comfortable
You know what to buy
Everyone's here
The cheaters, the liars, the television-watchers
The desperate, the poor, the rich
The drama-mongers, sniffing out every misdeed of their husbands, wailing to their friends
The careful, the sad, the lonely
The little decisions are the hardest here
Like you're putting off the significant ones
Giving yourself penance
Maybe you've wandered so far from the edge, you've forgotten it's there
But at night, you sense it, and cry in regret
The hugeness and beauty, the gorgeous terror of the endless canyon
Things seem more real here
But maybe it's just more familiar
Because, there are those clues…
If you go back to the edge,
And stay as close as you can,
You'll remember sometimes
And jump off in a dream
I like it, Jennifer. A lot. Somehow I'm reminded of what I picked up from my Philosophy I professor: What is is as it is to me...and you.
Or something like that. Gene.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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Or something like that. Gene.
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