there, waiting (poem) by anne cunningham on AuthorsDen

there, waiting
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there, waiting admittedly, i struggle and kick every time we go up another level. i tell you there are no more walls no barriers between us. you realize i've merely refashioned the walls to form a brick ceiling. i am perfectly willing to keep this love at bedrock. you keep pushing me to the top where we can truly shine. i both hate and love the way you prod and shove. soon i'll know what it's like to really be on top. groundwork forever in place i will climb now to the roof

Reviewed by Alain Gracio

Reviewed on February 22, 2004

I love your poems becuase they are cerebral and they require a certain degree of zoe immersion but one can look at the end and see you there waiting for a cycle of wave of your writings for the cycle has just begun and its ready to be complete. I suspect a certain stream of consciousness here
Cheers
Alain

Reviewed by Simon Thurlow (Reader)

Reviewed on February 15, 2004

This was a great write. I liked the way you did it

Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)

Reviewed on February 12, 2004

Anne this is great...I love the form...well done...floria

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

This was excellent! Loved the form you used here,

Reindeer

Reviewed by Gary Gebert

Be careful of the cross winds! I like the reference to the walls becoming the ceiling. Very cleaver. Hope your climb is a successful one...actually knowing you, it will be.

Gary

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Very creative and well done!

Reviewed by E. Richardson

This I like. It is nicely composed and is a treat both in reading and visually.

Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)

Climb, girl...

This poem's form and words show a confidence that comes to a
climax in the last portion. Great work!

Reviewed by No Longer Member (Reader)

I'm scared of heights.....words no! These are good ones.

Reviewed by Andrea Da Costa (Reader)

Brilliantly said and oh so true.

Andrea