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When did you find the time to write this, I'm jealous and mad and smiling and glad... jump! loved this, the ending lines of the stanzas were right on the money... the build up, the desperation, the jump... Richard

Nina, An excellent piece thoroughly enjoyed reading this one. _____________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous

No, no, no, don't Jump! very exciting write, well done as always. thanks always, Eddie

You not only plunged back into work and study you plunged in and wrote this, incredible write the angst of a mind in turmoil was in every line, He cowers at the edge, numb control unattainable, an impulse he losens his grip and blinks jump This is one poem that deserves the spotlight, its the precipice we all stand at, at some point in our lives, not always a cliff , the jump can be to anywhere and anything , but still warps our minds ... And your poem blew my mind its brilliant .. and I am just glad I am around to watch and read and be awed again by your pen ... much love and big hugz Jayne x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

Ok how funny is this I wrote my comment and went out to main page,and you had whisked to spotlight my friend , I just finished saying it needed to be lit up and here it is ....Congratulations :) ... Love and hugz jayne x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

The resulting climax of the beautiful poetic crescendo reel the mind, literally. We, the readers, are scouts in a forest of delightful imagery, full of meaning and radiant energy. Good work, Ink Dragon! Regards, Hugo

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really good write I enjoyed this ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara

An awesome write, worth more than five stars, but, alas, I'm afraid that is all the system will allow me to give you for this brilliant piece. I loved the build up... and then the climax... jump. Congratulations on making the spotlight! Always, Cat

I sure did! Nina! WELCOME BACK! Great write - packed with pleasure and pain! Well done Boni

I have heard the same stories here K... a crowd gathering--thirsty for blood; this without the *human* in *humanity*. However, I think Nina's poem is *THE* metaphor for life itself. We can't be onlookers.. even if we are its witnesses. Excellent write Nina. And yes, I can tell it was written *through* you. Love & Light, Anna

Self-annihilation as a kind of blackhole/center of gravity is a great image; I find the ending wonderfully and effectively abrupt!

This is not a poem you can stop reading in the middle. Thought provoking too. 'He moves in vicious circles towards his centre of gravity it tugs at his clay feet here is the middle' This is my favorite verse---the way I live my life, vicious circles, but a center. And I love the reference to clay feet. Congratulations on the spotlight. Deelilah

taunting suspense ,sad. very subtle wonderfully entertaining. Mantiscepter

there is a camera on the golden gate bridge that detects jumpers from motion sensors there is one on the local tall downtown Microwave freestanding tower but one needs to just climb the fence go the ladders to the top........................ remember watching the twin tower jumpers fleeing the fire the vids of the interior of the lobby the camera catching the fire personell confused with the then non state of the art radios etc the bodies crashing loudly on the roof and outside every few seconds or more horrible i just have memories of jumping off a rock into water the whole descent of few seconds in that freedom one being haunted enough to make that decision by choice or from whatever being that free in those few seconds that awareness like a great sigh I have always pondered it What an amazing poem

Well I wanted to say what they all said Nina, AWESOME. But they all said it very well. D.D.

Ich liebe dieses Gedicht! Gut gemacht. It is a poem like this that makes me hate to be away... Live, Laugh and Love (and don't forget to write) Tink