The Home Blue

I don't remember if its nine
or seven feet every second.
But that's how you escape gravity,
forget stories; estrange your shadows.
The unexplained sluggishness around your feet.

That is how you elude the small hands of rain.
Leave behind the heaviness of circumstances. 

You close your windows.
Shut and bolt your clouds.
Find your feet still sitting by that old tree 

among words that loosely dissolve into oblivion.

You recall the latent discourses between things that have edges
and those that have a silver lining.

You pick up your pieces
and emigrate to silence.
To the cosmos of beginnings.
Where every word appears because they have escaped
their gravities to find language.

Reviews

[symmetryAsymmetry]

Truly liberating. :)
And beautiful at the same time...very well done sir. :)
Oh and it's 11.2km/s I think..forgive the nerd, I'm sure you already know. :p

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and thus, a poem is formed...

another really good piece...we avoid the rain, leave behind circumstances....circumvent the pain...


all in our writing..

such insightful words and powerful phrasing...

[Abhra]

Thanks Jacob for reading and commenting.

[Steven]

'That is how you elude the small hands of rain.'

I'm in love with this line... What a fresh write.

[Corset]

oh my goodness Abhra, you didn't disappoint, and it feels every time that you seem to snatch a page of my life and write it for me. You have a thumb on the pulse of the inner workings of humans and how loss feels and how to overcome, Not only do I always relate , I always love and enjoy, even if they make me teary, especially lol, if the make me teary :) well done again! The last stanza is killer.