I move above the anxious crowds
in a perilous tightrope act.
With each word I write
every confession & concession made,
I'm led another step further
from the safety of my private platform.
Half propelled by sheer fervor,
half compelled by an adrenal fever!
With all the momentum built
I cannot help but move forward!
Each word must be carefully plotted,
and chosen only when the timing's right.
For one misstep, a single shuffling of the feet
will rile up the cynics thirsting for a snuff-show.
What is it to write a poem & what is it to be a Poet
if not a Tightrope Walker standing high above the crowd?
You invited me to look at another poem, but actually I prefer this one. Another great image that you carry through from start to finish. I like this a lot.
ah...the circus pedestal of the poet...the tightrope...how appropriate. loved this one. -Tailor
Great job! Poets are transperant - all our emotions, opinions and thoughts are poured into works and thrown into the public arena for judgement.... bravery is required! Love this poem....
And i congratulate and motivate him to be a tightrope walker with noble experiences---congrats.
I absolutly love this poem. Can't say too much, for your work speaks for itself here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done Hunter. Great insight for one so young.10+