Climbing Poem by Lucille Clifton

Climbing

Rating: 3.3


a woman precedes me up the long rope.
her dangling braids the color of rain.
maybe i should have had braids.
maybe i should have kept the body i started,
slim and possible as a boy's bone.
maybe i should have wanted less.
maybe i should have ignored the bowl in me
burning to be filled.
maybe i should have wanted less.
the woman passes the notch in the rope
marked Sixty. I rise toward it, struggling,
hand over hungry hand.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 15 May 2014

Ah! To aspire to be the person we once were! Nice write!

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Richard Hexem 29 March 2010

Another good write! I'm becoming a fan.

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