When I was four or five, I watched my father walk across a rickety old foot bridge with missing slats across a huge ravine. This memory has been replaying itself in my head quite a lot of late and this is what came of it in my writing.
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I like the photo and the words. I like how you set-up the poem. Allowing the reader to feel the journey. I like the positive ending. A excellent poem.
Coyote
A great metaphor for the precarious steps necessary to reach our goals! The hardest step is the conquering of fear; following that, all else is doable. At least you had the benefit of a great exemplar, your Dad, who could hold your hand both literally, at the moment, and emotionally, in similar situations throughout your life.
Judy I love this piece. The form is fabulous, but really, I find that the emotional content--the careful reaching--having faith--that all will right itself--is what makes this poem so specially. Really wonderful work Judy!
The unsure step finds its way, slowly, slowly, very slowly. Your poem shows me more than maybe I should see; the doubt of how, the uncertainty of where and why, the hurdles and the unseen .. nothing certain except what we imagine and that's very often far too much.
This is a thinker's post, a test of faith, a trial and error but an eventuality. Great writing, Judy, truly.
this was a differnt take on a poem. Love the idea of a step ladder of words. it is a true art form with words the grip you with such meaning. Awesome Job.