FALLING, I AM...

Sometimes in dreams we realize we're meant for another place...

Falling, I am…

why do I feel so far from myself

woven  in bands of memory

thoughts soaring by

floating wingless

traipsing, trudging tramping

past countless things

of cabbages and kings

and breathless recollections

near perfect reflections

in mirrors with no faces

how I see such days

in shadows they call to me

from lullabies to lull me

into dreamish Neverlands

just out of reach from golden hands

why  do I feel so far from myself

falling, I am…

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

Excellent poem, the sensation spans the scale from thrill to soaring panic. Loosing more of us as we fall.

[lessa (kenzie)]

in mirrors with no faces
how I see such days
in shadows they call to me
from lullabies to lull me

Love these lines here, this is such a wonderful write,
Your words are poetic, in a way that reflections in a mirror
have no faces, Very clever writing...enjoyed

[Seriana]

This is pure beauty. You reached out to me today, this day, and didn't even know it. I'm not sure I ever landed from the fall.

So simple are your thoughts. So laced with a hidden hope, do you know that? Even amongst weeds of tangled darkness, I always see the seeds of hope in ever word you write. I'm going to go plant them. :)

[An owl on the moon]

Dear Seriana, may the seeds of your glory rise. Thank you for your everlasting kindness to a soul who has found a home in the night. You make sure the stars never cease to shine. I know the garden that is growing in you, and it will be marvelous beyond words. These are words that lift me when I fall... "They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.” —Mexican Proverb

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and worthwhile flow of words. You made the reader feel and understand the falling into places and memories. Sometime it seem. We are destine to become what we become? Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[An owl on the moon]

My friend, so good to have you by again! Thank you, and a very Happy New Year to you. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I wish you a safe, fun and successful 2018. You are welcome my friend.

[Einstein Noodle]

very fine rhyme and rhythm says i ..yet free and flowing ... enjoyed the language but this:
"of cabbages and kings" in particular stands out to me .. oh those dreams .. even those we think we remember are only snatches of pieces here and there ... i am fond of dreaming .. even those that are unsettling ... and that place between dreaming and waking ... is a precious place the feels so far from ones' self ..nice read for me Owly
E.

[An owl on the moon]

I so appreciate you stopping by! May your new year be filled with those dreams, and joy in that place between dreaming and waking. :)

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you so much...and same to you :)

[Ghania]

It's amazing how you weave beautiful words that match the picture so much.
You're so artistic and so is this piece.
When we are lost and falling and there's no hope left, then there are breathless relections in mirror with no faces.
Oh I loved it. It relates so much.

[An owl on the moon]

We are so blessed to have you here, Ghania. You always lift and encourage, and bring us all a hope to find ourselves more through our words. Thank you! :)

[Ghania]

I am honoured. Thanks.
You're very welcome, Craig. =)

[Unspoken poet]

near perfect reflections
in mirrors with no faces
how I see such days
in shadows they call to me
from lullabies to lull me

Amazing words here, love how you ended this as well. very poetic feel.

[wordman]

why do we ? don`t we all at times,i have been torn many times
loved the write

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much for your words, for your understanding, my friend.

[wordman]

my pleasure

[AYVID N]

The poem speaks to me of loss, of shadowy dreams, of falling as a feather through time...It speaks to me of the uselessness of sand sifting through a fist...we can't hold on however hard we try...Your beautiful words touch my soul.

[An owl on the moon]

I am so grateful for your thoughts, your visions. Yes, clinging sometimes only leaves us completely empty. May you find your hands always filled with life.

[AYVID N]

And yours too. Sending much love and light.