2. The Fall
If I could,
I would stop
falling -
and would you
stop, too?
We're dropping
slowly, touching
wings,
dizzy with
sooty feathers
spinning round us.
Are you
breathless?
Do you breathe at all?
Will the bungee cord
hold both of us?
Do we crash
or freeze
reaching for the sun.
from Lost November
(a few reflections on getting really sick)
Having been through a bout of illness this year myself, this feeling of peeling sooty feathers in free fall is all too familiar.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing on Real Toads.
That last stanza is intriguing. And I find myself wanting to know the answers to BOTH questions.
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DeleteThe cord held me - don't know about the falling angel and I can't answer the last question. Thanks for the comment.
DeleteWhat an odd feeling piece. It made me feel uneasy but that someone, anyone, was still next to me waiting to share the fate. that at least gave me hope. I loved this gem.
ReplyDeleteI think that the falling being with me is a party of myself.
DeleteSo beautifully written. I love the sooty feathers in the freefall......and the question in the closing lines. So sorry you were ill, Lorna. Wonderful to have you back, writing again.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sherry. Believe me, I', so glad to be back myself.
DeleteI wonder about the answers to the questions you raise...life can be a free fall..intriguing write!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment. I'd say, about free fall, that it is really good not to go all the way to the bottom.
DeleteWhy#2?
ReplyDeleteFalling down, falling in love --> falling up to the sun! Marvelous!
Illness - falling deeper into a loss of life.
DeleteBeautiful and thoughtful. Great poem.
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DeleteSuch a beautiful write! I thought about relationships as I was reading this--
ReplyDeleteI think that it could be a metaphor that would include terrible loss in a relationship.
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