David Fisher Poet Shape

The Ladder

I
Had
Once
Wrote  
That   I
Climbed
A  ladder.
With  each
Step up, the
Rungs turned
Into  tree  limbs
Made for squirrels.
My  sprightly  arms
And legs transformed
Into wrought iron wings.
I perched to take to the air
Like  the glorious albatross,
But the weight tugged and
Thwarted a  new freedom
From the physical world.
I’m  only a nonfictional
Descendant from man,
Descending a ladder
One actual rung at
A time.  With no
Help, alas from
A  premature
Fantasy that
Will make
Me want
To keep
Going
Up.

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Carl Fraser December 16, 2013 at 8:57 PM Hi David, life always presents us with many uphill climbs, and yes, we must continue upward, Nice structure very fitting for the title. Blessings, Carl

Frederic Parker December 15, 2013 at 11:56 AM we never know if we are ready unless we try, no matter how heavy the burden

Eileen Manassian December 15, 2013 at 12:41 AM Very interesting poem, but the shape???? ummmmmmm....Is it just me or is that really what I see? CURIOUS!!! Great job. Love the mention of albatross. Beautiful David Fisher December 15, 2013 at 9:55 AM Thanks for your comments. I agree on the shape issue, but I picked it out of default. A Ninette would be perfect, but only nine lines. I wonder if there is a form out there with increasing/decreasing lines?

Andrea Dietrich December 14, 2013 at 9:17 PM oh my , now this one is CLEVER and so is its message!! one of the best I have seen tonight!!