Poetry 'n Prose

Stanage Edge

This zero hour
a lonesome place
to be out here
in the wilderness
where everything becomes itself
the familiar life is
gone before you know
where you are
and it looks seductive,
the unforgettable landscape unfolds
before your eyes
on the edge
dark crevasses
slowly wait
for you one step at a time
as you approach with a hunger
a certain ache in the body
and the psyche
as slow sinking feeling sets in
you know you’ve been
here before
waiting like this
in the belting rain
above these dark shadows
loose rocks
underfoot threatening
an inevitable fall
and billowing winds
pushing you to the edge
of this moment
poised you smell the nowness
of a lifetime
fading back to nothing.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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