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On A Cliff (Free verse) by colndodg While standing alone on a cliff,
I often wonder how deep it is.
And how long I'll drop.
We live so distant, so cold as ice.
We are so forest for the trees.
Sometimes, I stand on this cliff and leap,
I jump to conclusions, I beg for forgivness
I stand at the end of a cliff and pray for rain.
While I stand on this cliff,
I look down at clear forgotten waters,
Watching waves giving in.
Watching myself giving in,
and falling.
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Posted: May 15, 2003 3:36 PM PDT; Last modified: April 15, 2004 9:03 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.9761596 Overall Rank: 8325 Comments:
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.212.215
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16-May-03/4:11 AM
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Great work! I especially like the way you repeat the first two lines for no reason!! 10!!!!
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colndodg @ 68.7.15.205
> -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
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16-May-03/3:16 PM
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I don't understand.
That's a twist.
Why do you pray for rain while standing on a cliff?
What does stanza 2 have to do with stanza 1? Still, some good images here.
An aluminum spoon in a hurricane. 4
rife with cliche. cold as ice. forest for the trees. beg for forgiveness, pray for rain. I realize that this was probably intentional, as the whole poem is about "taking that leap" off the cliff, but still, it is hard to read so many without cringing a little. 6
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