Walking, six feet tall and rising
Walking Lascaux
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six feet tall and rising
I am so much taller than my past
I’m so taller than the shadows it casts
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many have had opinions on what I should be
many have an opinions on whats right for me.
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I am so much taller than my past
I’m so taller than the shadows it casts.
because I follow my own opinions
of whom I am to be.
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Walking- metallic Lascaux (a revision)
Chris, I love that first line of your poem; taller than your past. I never thought of it that way. Once again you are dead on.
November 23, 2009 at 7:07 am
thanks cherished.
I have recently noticed that I remember some the events, people, etc of the past…,as if they were looming giants.
once I got beyond that, I really my own personal growth to today.
that inspired the first couple of lines.
November 25, 2009 at 9:13 pm
this was great! sounds like an affirmation of sort… to be repeated until it’s believed… because, it is obvioulsy true. I like the taller version of you in the here and now.
November 28, 2009 at 9:15 pm