Tendonitis
is a small price to pay for euphoria.
he gasped at the brink of
success
mouth agape and strained
like pulled taffy
This project
embraced him entirely
consumed like a long lost relative
Sometimes we don’t climb.
we dance.
It was no longer clear
whether he climbed more than
the earth climbed him: she clambered inside,
ascending further into his psyche
with every
stretched, pulsing
muscle grasp
happiness bleeds into our
contorted
torso-Grace.
like water running the
pigment lines of
saturated paintings.
He cried out
impassioned,
shedding the skin of his palms
again-
upturned and reaching
like a caustic supplication
endowed with
vibrating desire,
quaking faith.
This time
he fell hard.
and again,
slap mat against the grain
of success
flung downward
like a thrice worn shirt
But wait-
and watch.
She calls him weeping-
a contrite lover
and he will return
to her brutality
nursed with humility-
intoxicated with exhilaration.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 4:07 AM UTC
Tendonitis
is a small price to pay for euphoria.
he gasped at the brink of
success
mouth agape and strained
like pulled taffy
This project
embraced him entirely
consumed like a long lost relative
Sometimes we don’t climb.
we dance.
It was no longer clear
whether he climbed more than
the earth climbed him: she clambered inside,
ascending further into his psyche
with every
stretched, pulsing
muscle grasp
happiness bleeds into our
contorted
torso-Grace.
like water running the
pigment lines of
saturated paintings.
He cried out
impassioned,
shedding the skin of his palms
again-
upturned and reaching
like a caustic supplication
endowed with
vibrating desire,
quaking faith.
This time
he fell hard.
and again,
slap mat against the grain
of success
flung downward
like a thrice worn shirt
But wait-
and watch.
She calls him weeping-
a contrite lover
and he will return
to her brutality
nursed with humility-
intoxicated with exhilaration.
I have recently become very involved with rock climbing. I have asked myself, why do I feel so passionate about this when it hurts so much and is so frustrating? This poem is an exploration of that juxtaposition.
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