the High
nerves on the edge yearn to jump,
as memories, recent or otherwise,
catch the butterflies in a throaty lump,
and leave sudden desire on my eyes.
pupils dilate delicious and lips quiver,
as fingers tingle with possibility held back...
yet, miles to go and promises to deliver,
betray the shortages of courage I lack.
but...
you are so beautiful, arent you?
reflecting heroism, daring me great,
eyes asking, lips wanting, breaths few...
so I jumped...and almost too late.
Feeling the roller coaster of emotions..Thank goodness he jumped. :)
ReplyDeleteSmart and savvy...
ReplyDeletetoo late...hope not. Very intriguing take.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for the correction :)
Jump into it! They're just as anticipating and expecting!The best man wins! Nicely Mike!
ReplyDeleteHank
Confidence can be a fragile, elusive thing !
ReplyDeleteVery nice...I especially like "catch the butterflies in a throaty lump"...
ReplyDeleteIt's all about "jumping' sometimes, I think. Teetering on the crevasse of jump. The cadence of your words build just like a person on the brink of a jump. It's brilliant.
ReplyDelete... 'so I jumped...and almost too late' ~~ the last line of your poem is perfect
ReplyDelete(I enjoyed all of it)
Glad he got past that throaty lump to jump.
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I had goosebumps by the end of this beautifully worded piece. Oh, and I love the title, too! There's a video down my sidebar that my son's band performs called The High!
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