The Feel Of Falling

Hurtling fitfully downwards,

The impending impact years away,

I close my eyes against the frigid air that

Rushes past my cheeks,

Stinging my eyelids.

A finger, a hand, appears

From the mass of cloud that is

Soaking my clothing.

For a spell our fingers intertwine,

The warmth making the descent

More bearable.

After a time, however,

The blistering speed and icy fragments

Of this wintry air

Break our connection,

And I again plummet in solitude.

A splinter of sunlight

Fractures the cloud cover,

And, just as quickly,

Is hidden away.

I will be warmed by your memory,

Keeping shivers from my sighs

As I fall alone

For ninety-some odd years,

Until the ground offers me rest,

At long last.

Reviews

[Skoo.]

Me again!
"After a time, however,
The blistering speed and icy fragments
Of this wintry air
Break our connection,
And I again plummet in solitude."
Brilliant, Ben.






Ponderful is now my word of the day.

[Kim]

Ponderful write, But however I did enjoy it,
So very nicely and neatly written.