Even arthropod eyes hurtling down airborne highways cannot register strings of spectral hues one in two chances for the miniscule to slipstream between or else a weighty rage against sticky bonds and the gravitational pull of the grave but headway is not always safe passage we blunder overboard, plunge from heights without a safety net
Am with Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden today for the Flash 55 PLUS ‘Space‘
16 thoughts on “Both sides of the net”
One feels strongly here that the safety net can be a web, a wonderful metaphor–thanks. k.
with tensile strength to catch, to hold or let slip through the spaces – thank you K
This is quite lovely ….
lovely comment Helen 🙂
What a superb poem, Laura. I felt my imagination expanding and contraction under the guidance of your words.
great commeny Kerry – you’ve summed up what words are for beyond the day to day
“headway is not always safe passage” !! We do fool ourselves often, don’t we.
indeed – the trap of freedom!
“the gravitational pull of the grave’ really nice and this: “but headway is not always safe passage”
thank you – that first one popped up from the deep!
I just love your last stanza.
thank you – that is the other side of the net Mary 😉
Startling, and a bit disturbing.
am afraid the existentialist/fatalist tends to see things that way!
The imagery of the first one is like a painting by munch… so many wrong turns of the road
What an imaginative comparison – thank you. That road has been guided by an inadequate sat nav!
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