Monday, January 19, 2004

bird on a wire



her feet cramp, her toes curl, her arches clutch the cable.
a stubborn span of positive pride maintains her equilibrium, straightening her shoulders, supporting her outstretched arms.
her eyes fix on infinity. she does not look back, or aside, or down.
she doesn't dare.
the safety net has been pulled aside, and there is nothing to tautly, utterly, break her fall.

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  1. RyanJanuary 19, 2004 at 9:49 PM

    Pannekoek! Giant, fluffy, and golden-brown. They can be your reward, they can be your safety net ;)

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  2. razziJanuary 19, 2004 at 10:01 PM

    Look up and fly!

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  3. FrankJanuary 19, 2004 at 11:51 PM

    Bird on a wire outside my window pane
    It's started to rain
    - Todd Rundgren, Boat On The Charles

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  4. Hired ContrarianJanuary 20, 2004 at 5:53 AM

    Isn't the plural of 'pannakoek' 'pannakoeken'?

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  5. paulJanuary 20, 2004 at 11:50 AM

    each time you find this great shortstories which give an image something of a visual dream!

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  6. JulieJanuary 20, 2004 at 3:04 PM

    She has tried all her life to be free ... of course she dares! She does not need anything to break her fall - just someone to cushion her landing.

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  7. reneeJanuary 20, 2004 at 4:13 PM

    "like a bird on a wire/ like a drunk in a midnight choir/ i have tried in my way to be free"
    thank you lynn, for conjuring leonard cohen:)

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  8. cloudshiftJanuary 20, 2004 at 5:54 PM

    I love the angle....

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  9. christineJanuary 21, 2004 at 9:50 AM

    Fantastic angle, lynn :)

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