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Array ( [sid] => 49815 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => steppingstones [time] => 2004-05-31 11:26:11 [hometext] => lacking a leap of faith... [bodytext] => I've got to make
A leap of faith
From one stone
To the next
I feel obliged
To believe I can fly
Or I'll end up
Marooned and vexed
It is a rather big jump, you see,
And my legs are awfully small
But I've got to make my move, and Fast
Even if jump dissolves into crawl

Understand that I trust the next stone,
He is smooth and brave and true
But this one,
Though old and crumbling,
Has always seen me through...

I'm too attached
I am the match
Who burns for more than one
How silly of me!
I'm stuck in between
And there's nothing that can be done.

I wish I wasn't so absorbed
In past lessons I'd rather forget
I want to sleep in a new dream
Without feeling like I am in debt

Swampland is wild and beautiful
And never what you'd expect
My happy vine is snapping
But will I, or won't I
Regret?
Falling away through hung threads of leaves
I can almost touch the sand
On my little paradise island
Where the new stone offers his hand
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steppingstones

Contributed by dolly_dagger on Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 11:26:11 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I've got to make
A leap of faith
From one stone
To the next
I feel obliged
To believe I can fly
Or I'll end up
Marooned and vexed
It is a rather big jump, you see,
And my legs are awfully small
But I've got to make my move, and Fast
Even if jump dissolves into crawl

Understand that I trust the next stone,
He is smooth and brave and true
But this one,
Though old and crumbling,
Has always seen me through...

I'm too attached
I am the match
Who burns for more than one
How silly of me!
I'm stuck in between
And there's nothing that can be done.

I wish I wasn't so absorbed
In past lessons I'd rather forget
I want to sleep in a new dream
Without feeling like I am in debt

Swampland is wild and beautiful
And never what you'd expect
My happy vine is snapping
But will I, or won't I
Regret?
Falling away through hung threads of leaves
I can almost touch the sand
On my little paradise island
Where the new stone offers his hand

Copyright © dolly_dagger ... [ 2004-05-31 11:26:11]
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Re: steppingstones (User Rating: 1 )
by Broken-glass on Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 11:48:19 AM AEST
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I love this whole part:

''Understand that I trust the next stone,
He is smooth and brave and true
But this one,
Though old and crumbling,
Has always seen me through...''

Love the way you worded it, like your ready for the next section of your life but still have a reliance on the past. Kudos! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Re: steppingstones (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 04:37:50 PM AEST
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I wholeheartedly agree with Happiness. The way you wrote this (like all of your work) elicits a sharp mental image, which is very clearly discernible, original and analogical.
Keep stepping-on, Ms. Dagger - you'll go far . . .

A Thoroughly entertaining and insightful read.
Thanks for writing it.

Re: steppingstones (User Rating: 1 )
by little_genna on Saturday, 19th June 2004 @ 04:50:23 AM AEST
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as usual ellie you have created that huge mental image. your words were so enchanting that i just had to read it all without losing concentration on the poem. i hope you do take that step before the stone in which you are upon crumbles. im sure you will have the faith to make that leap as long as you realise you have all your friends support in doing so.

love ya xx

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