It’s the vertigo
right at the summit
that teaches you
it’s the rappelling
that’s killing
more than
the actual climbing.
—
April 29, 2017
It’s the vertigo
right at the summit
that teaches you
it’s the rappelling
that’s killing
more than
the actual climbing.
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
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Dude. That was brilliant! ~How you hid “Where to go?” in the title. Smart, smart writing. See. That’s what you can do with tiny poems. Tuck in your secrets.
I love those clipped lines in the second stanza, giving it that choppy vibe: “that’s killing / more than.” And thanks for the exposure to a new word, “rappelling.”
Again, I love the question you hid in the title … Should he brave the climb back down, should he stay up on the mountaintop right where he is, or should he try to fly and possibly plummet to his death? So smart, B. So smart.
Wonderful. 🙂
Down is always ‘ropey’ 😉
Oh snap!
Great insight here — what we think as final ain’t nothin’ like the part of the journey which involves coming back.
Ask the kitten that climbed the tree…. Brilliantly done, Björn!
Spot on!
Loved this!
Brilliant write!❤️
yes. well observed ~
Ha. One feels the repelling going on here too. The way down very difficult. Thanks so much, Bjorn. Hope all better with eye. Amazing how you go! k.
I knew someone was reading my mind while I climbed the repelling tower in combat training. This reads just like that–figuratively and literally (without the actual dying, of course).
Thank you, Bjorn. It’s been as long time since I have thought of climbing a mountain, let alone actually climbing one. Never have I climbed on that I needed to rappel back down.
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Yes! So well Expressed!
I’d cower with fear at the top! ….
Ha! Neat – and wise. It is something I’ll never want to do, but I have been told by climbers that coming back down is the most dangerous phase.
I had never even considered the dangers of returning to earth after the climb. This is brilliant.
Yes, I would be a backpack full of no looking down and how I am to travel there. Perfect poem for the prompt. Thank you for all the poetry you shared this month of words.
There is a lot of wisdom in this.