The Hanging Man (Unfinished)

Where you both were, I saw a man hanging -

just staring at the floor.

And in an effort to catch him,

you both reached up your arms.

But this confused the man,

for he didn’t know where to jump.

So he just stayed there -

hanging,

until the day was done.

15/12/2020 - 7:04am

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I like clarity - in everything I do. However, I do recognize the value in sharing process - no matter how uncomfortable that makes me feel.

‘The Hanging Man’ means something to me - I just don’t yet know why. But, I went to sleep on December 14th 2020 and when I woke up on the 15th these words and images where in my mind.

I hate the title. I feel hanging makes me think of a man hanged . . .

But it’s the right fit for the reasons I do not know yet. Maybe the two people must both lower their arms so he’s not choosing he’s just free. Or maybe he needs to climb and he only appears to be hanging.

I don’t know. But this is how my mind works when it comes to my writing practice. I have a small image or group of words and I allow them to become a part of me for months - sometimes years - before I finally release them.

Maybe there’s something here.