DocAndersen
what we see from far above, the echo of light
and sound. Do you wonder what the tiles
meant to say as they whisper to each other
to the water and the sky.
I am not a fountain.
they might say
I am not a tile
the fountain may reply.
each piece cracked and flawed but
not from on high
not from above.
when we look down
upon perfection
to see the fountain cry
each tile repelling tears
pushing them back
to the pool of grieving water
that from above
seems never to end.
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have you ever sat high in a building entranced by the world below?
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Yes
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No
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Amazing view and it was wonderful
thanks! I love looking down on the world sometimes!
Pool of grieving water Never thought of the pool that way. I always see it shimmering happily ion the sun.
in the picture it was – I couldn’t find a picture that matched the poem!
I have an inherent fear of heights especially looking below from a high building.
I don’t know but when I close my eyes I don’t see things or think about something. It’s only when my eyes are open. I don’t why this is the case.
fear of heights is a very normal thing. Lots of people have it, I have what I would call caution of heights.
Yah, be cautious lest you fall because it’s possible to fall.
Our minds can take us far when we close our eyes.
in fact they can, close your eyes and remember!
I do it often Doc. But you knew that.
you do, but you also reach out and help others through their loss. You have crossed from remembering to acting!