Hey all. Below is my poem. However, I thought I would first explain it. I set up my poem in a unique way, in my opinion. Using my knowledge from the video we watched in class, and Let the Great World Spin, by Colum McCann. The book is about Philippe Petite’s walk, and other people’s lives on New York City in 1974. Together, armed with this knowledge, I began my poem. I decided to write my poem from three different perspectives. The first is a first person point of view from Petite’s perspective, the morning of his high wire act. The second is from an ordinary person’s perspective, of anyone living in New York City and walking out and seeing this for the first time. The final perspective is from my point of view; a person who was not there and only sees this as a historical event, as well as a motivational scene as a man does the impossible.
One Act, Three Perspectives
It was a day like any other day,
But I felt a world away.
And standing nearly 1,400 feet in the sky,
Out above, a quarter mile high.
Everywhere, as open as a sea,
And yet still it says ‘impossible to me’.
And as I decide whether I can avoid, I look
Out into this consuming, ‘devouring void’.
I’m running late to work,
But on this morning, everyone is going berserk.
So I turn my head up to see this thing that is catching fire,
I look up in disbelief into the clouds, a man up on a wire.
We all look on
And then begins a spawn.
He seems to have no fear,
Thousands of rising voices- gifting cheer.
I observe his actions now, some 40 years later,
And I see a man, who became to his own fears, a dictator.
His actions, which had us all lost as he had whirled,
From the time when, he had walked on ‘top of the world’.