
THE TRICK
The trick is
to let slip
the ladder
that brought you
climbing to this
point. Unknot it,
let it fall away.
Then reach up
through the half-
dark and flick
the latch and let
the shutter fall.
No route back
down to how
it never was;
no liar’s light
above on how
it’s never going
to be. Just
this moment,
then the next
and darkness
either side.
Like any trick
worth knowing,
it’s a lifetime
in the learning.
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About Dick Jones
I'm a post-retirement Drama teacher, currently working part-time. I have a grown-up son and daughter, three grandchildren and three young children from my second marriage. I write - principally poetry but prose too, both fitfully published. My poetry collection Ancient Lights is published by Phoenicia Publishing (www.phoeniciapublishing.com) and my translation of Blaise Cendrars' 'Trans-Siberian Prosody and Little Jeanne from France' (illustrated by my friend, the artist, writer and long-time blogger Natalie d'Arbeloff) is published by Old Stile Press (www.oldstilepress.com).
I play bass guitar & bouzouki in the song-based acoustic/electric trio Moorby Jones, playing entirely original material.
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I have a dormant blog with posts going back to 2004 at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages - http://patteran.typepad.com - and I'm a radio ham. My callsign is G0EUV
I always read the poems, you know. I always find great things there. If I don’t comment it’s because I can’t be arsed to change my lost WordPress on which they insist. Anna.
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Thank you, Anna. Can’t-be-arsed entirely understood: whatever they say, I know there to be a conspiracy of changed passwords on the part of web hosts!