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Literature, Poetry

No more on the edge

Posted: August 30, 2018 at 2:58 am   /   by   /   comments (1)

No more on the edge!
It’s time to climb down from the reverie
to the loose ground of the quotidian logos
of the commons.

Sharp edge on the mountain
leads to the sharp fall of no return.
Wind dwindles  hard rock into mazes of
rugged marbles at the mountain top.
At the edge wind and chaos embrace
wordless silence. Juniper and unknown trees
at the top remind the trekkers of the life
that survived after Noah’s deluge.

Clouds float above the cliffs in sheer pride
defying the gravity of the usual dialect.
We jump from logos to logos
feeling ordinary tongue of the commons.

Clouds are not meant to be stationed.
They move and change in meanings and shapes
with the tempo of the wind and the beams of the sunlight.
Clouds are mythical phoenix
born to die and then to breathe again.

Logos wane as the rock on the mountain
does with the wind of change.
On the cliff one’s feet is never a sure stand.
They float like clouds in aimless bliss.
No more on the edge!

29 August 2018
Haiyal Dabab, Abha, KSA

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  • August 30, 2018 at 10:08 am Erich Beer

    A moving poem, and a fitting conclusion to this part of your life. It is painful for me to see you go, but I know you have the inner strength (fed by your poetic sensibility) to make the best of whatever life hands you.


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