The Writer Tightropes Over the Abyss . . .

The writer tightropes over the abyss of uncertainties, darkness, and ineffable grandeur—with a steadying branch of humility, conviction, trepidation, wonderment—recording the circuitous thoughts, emotions that spiral back to the beginning, middle, and end all simultaneous again. The book she is writing often heavy; the pages can burn fingers or an imagined effigy, martyrdom? No.

Here is the gift she says, the paths dissected for examination. What will you make of all this? Often the sky a lonely place seemingly without border. The sea that crawls back to shore with its menagerie of trinket: varieties of stone, angel shell, carapace, seabird feather, and bone.

If I write all this, will you read? If you read all this, will you write? If you see yourself in all this, will you breathe, panic, rejoice, lie fallen, wake up and tell the others?

There are so many stories, characters, plots and micro-plots, themes and nuances. Will anyone follow such nonlinear lead and bespeak its wisdoms [often ugly, often pure]?

Yes, the writer tightropes the ever-expanding universe, consciousness, history of human and beyond human, looking up with a thirst for sky again, sunlight, noble plan, maybe even meaning or understanding.

These meandering sentences, take them. This odd music of pages disperse. We are alive again it has been said [written]. We will love, bleed, breathe, and become ourselves again. No pity, just reverence. Yes, reverence. This Easter. Reverence for all. This.

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3 Responses to The Writer Tightropes Over the Abyss . . .

  1. You actually make it seem so easy with your presentation but I find this matter to be actually something that I think I
    would never understand. It seems too complicated and very broad for me.
    I’m looking forward for your next post, I will try to get the hang of it!

    • Krysia Jopek says:

      Hi “lights for yard”! Great handle. I just saw your comment today actually after I wrote my next post. Still too complicated?? I ask in earnest. . . I wish my brain were less tangled! Best wishes, Krysia

    • Krysia Jopek says:

      Thank you for your comment, lights for yard. I know my work isn’t for everyone. I know that my poetry is complex and needs to be read more than once. I hope you like my next post, and I thank you for taking the time to read my work.

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