Slow Motion Poem by Tailor Bell

Slow Motion

Rating: 5.0


Purchase, without it you fall
From the rock from the ledge wall
Loose on the sea of light you hang on
Then like a great seabird you stretch
Out your arms reaching away gliding
You ride the wind smiling in the fast
Crevices of your red heart and you
Howl out your hopes and plans
Greeting the valley below
You begin to swim
And you know life
As well as any
Wingless bird
Any warm snow

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Daly 10 August 2007

The shape of this poem is the thing that strikes you first, I assume you structured it with that in mind. The poem has a beautiful flow to it and I particularly like the use of the word 'purchase'. For an instant it threw me. Our understanding of the word is thrown into confusion and that is a great approach.

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I find, in particular, the last four lines of the P-iece wonderful. t x

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Lee Degnan 03 September 2007

Very interesting write... I felt as if falling in slow motion and just enjoying the ride, wherever you wanted to take me. Also interesting was reading your fans reaction first to the poem and getting their take on it... gave me even more insight to your write. Thanks for sharing this! Lee

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Melvina Germain 24 August 2007

Well this is very interesting, a huge P shape to this poem, along with the beginning word purchase which I find rather unique, but that's you Tailor, a very creative poet. I picture myself holding on until I can't hold on anymore and then finally letting go and going with the flow of nature allowing myself to glide graciously through life and to do it in slow motion in order to take in all the beauty that life has to offer. That's the way I see it Tailor, excellent work as usual. --Melvina--

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Alison Cassidy 22 August 2007

Yes, I agree with Denis about the shape of the poem and the word 'purchase'. How rarely one sees it used in this context any more. For me you have described a dream I recall from childhood and the endlessness and expansiveness of the falling and ultimately the flying.... the flying. It was always in slow motion. A mind-expanding piece. love, Allie xxxx

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Not a member No 4 11 August 2007

The opening word grabs our attention and has us holding fast before you persuade us to let go and drift into the flow/cycle of life(?) . I sense struggle and release, and perhaps transience and sadness, here, and am tempted to see in the shape of the poem, the initial shape of a tear before it sags and the surface tension breaks... but that's your magic Tailor - you give us a look at ourselves in your work when we strive to climb inside.. Superb.. jim

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