Loose Rope Walking

Between truth and imagination…

Willfully I, with some trepidation,
walk the course of a tenuous loose rope,
swung between two points in space,
one my reality, the other my fantasy,
and the swaying of the rope my pendulum swing,
never set in stillness, never too much to bare,
just this teetering that I object to,
the abyss below not fair.

Yet I accept the rope
and all its infirm possibility,
hoping for a smoother less rocky path
between what I call and what I imagine,
and in dire straights I hang on for life,
yet remain upon that rope,
many trying to knock me off,
to limit all my scope.

But they can argue, they can throw stones,
and here swinging I’ll remain,
for somewhere upon this loose rope
is the melding of truth and my brain,
and as I swing and survive my moments passing,
both reality and fantasy remain unchanged,
for it is the people in life that make it tenuous,
for their lies and dark refrains.

I could just walk the earth
like everybody else,
no rope, no swinging would be easier, for sure,
yet in my swing between truth and my imaginings,
there is a perspective offered, another door,
that keeps me ahead of the game,
watching the deceit and lies of others,
as they teeter, from being delusional to insane.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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