Navigating the Material World

Warned more than once to watch my step,
I forged ahead and fell. She dazzles like
A precious stone: from far away, the
Thrilling form; up close, the facets, each
A flash, which heats and melts the one
Who looks. I puddled. We alloyed,
And, now, we travel everywhere as one,
And neither of us watches steps.
We stumble, but we do not fall. We
Rise, and I, thought so unwise, am
Happy that I chose to forge ahead.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-11-01 at 11:44

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