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| Charis, Lake Ediza, California, 1937 by Edward Weston |
Experienced? I was not,
and I fell. Hard.
I've scrambled up the mountain
of pain a few times
only to retreat for lack of oxygen
and bravado.
Better to survive, live to play again,
as this is a sport "for life"
and I'd much rather learn
to be the predator
than remain
passion's hopeless prey.
by Margaret Bednar, 11-04-2012
This is for "The Mag #142" and Friday Flash 55 (will link up Thursday after 8pm). Have you ever tried your hand at prose or poetry? Click on over and give it a try! It is fun.
16 comments:
whew..its a shame we have to play either the predator or prey part...as if they were the only two options...is there another way?
Thank GOD there is, Brian ;) But not everyone figures that out...
We seem to have a similar take on this picture but your power of vision and word deployment leave me awed.
Glad there are other ways than predator and prey! thanks-
Great extended metaphor. I love S4 in particular.
A great read!
For starters, love the November header! That mountain of pain is a tough one to conquer ... great write!
That's life for sure! Well written.
Hopefully it's not always a tough game...
Lovely piece. Oh, those mountains of pain. Pity the doctor can't give us something for them....! *sigh*
:).... Glad some figure it out... eventually.
So true, and hopefully we shall survive again and again! Nice Mag!
Love this Margaret! Wise words here for sure. You asked me over at my blog about the photo header....actually I found it on google.....I fell in love with it and had to have it. :-)
She does have a certain world weary resilience about her , thanks
i FINALLY found a partner and a healthy relationship where neither of us has ~ or wants ~ an upper hand. it's tough when that's not the case.
♥
Try, try again! Nice.
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