A note to readers:
There was a time when I was writing a lot of poetry and publishing it on my blog. This creative time period coincided with graduate school. At the time, writing poetry was a metaphorical middle finger to the technical and academic writing I was doing. I enjoyed it’s playfulness.
Since then, my poetry writing has drastically dropped off. However, there’s been a lingering sensation of wanting to play with words once again. It’s taken me a while to get to this point, but I’ve done it– I wrote a poem.
I hope to do this more. I’ll release my poems under the “Creative Climbing Concoctions” tab. (See what I did there?) But in the future, I won’t bore you with a note.
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Fingertips and toes
stand between me and the stone
while in the throws
of feeling scared but choosing
to be brave
Skin and bony fingers
connect me to the edges of the cliff
as my body lingers
millimeters from detaching
into the void
Rubber and leather
encapsulates my feet
reminding me to be light like a feather
as I plummet, awaiting my belayer
to prevail over gravity