Stevie Taite

Rookie - 318 Points (30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

High Board - Poem by Stevie Taite

I teeter at the edge
Peering down into the deep
Precariously balancing
Eyes closed, imagining

If I take that step
There is no going back
The fall will be exhilarating 
Heart in mouth, liberating

And when it is done?
What will I become?
Will I repeat the plummet 
Or enough to say I've done it!

It's water after all
What is to be afraid?
It laps below, summoning
Cajoling, teasing, beckoning.

The edge and back, the edge and back
 A maddening frustration
A pride that I'm defending
Backs away and starts descending. 

Comments about High Board by Stevie Taite

  • John Brown (10/29/2012 1:47:00 PM)

    Good poem Stevie. I get dizzy on stepladders these days. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 10, 2012

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