in words and pose.
above the rest of us.
My own feet
My words dropped
like iron anchors
Took the ship down
or so I thought
when I grasped
for your hand.
You were simply gesturing
to the view beyond.
Sad twist at the end. . .
Alas… some people seem to have a greatness that makes them aloof to the mere mortals around them
I think I would have been disrespectful to this arrogant boor; nice poetics, love /like iron anchors through deck and hull/.
I like your description of that reach contrasted with the gesturing at the end.
Wow. Very well done, Carol!
sounds like a very painful (and disappointing) experience
This is brilliant, and so visually accessible.
If one cannot see the need right in front of his eyes, then the glory he sees beyond is just vainglory, an illusion.
I love a good twist ending, the kind where you think “I should have seen that coming”
This is great. You have a real knack for re-creating people I’ve met, but you do it very subtly – showing not telling, I guess.
Unfortunately, this person had a limited view, pointing to the view beyond, yet not seeing what was right in front.
I’ll admit that I didn’t expect the ending! It caught me by surprise, but then again the beginning talks about an aloof, eccentric individual.