Free Fall~

I suspend this movement;

air balloons with wicker baskets

sea currents raid the sky

lemon chiffon silk

cocoon

in his arms

carried through brambles

and snowflake clouds

my thumb

and index finger trap a marble sphere

rolling pebbles between my cheeks

koi fish scales

eyelids shimmer

my fist through a paper thin wall

suspended ink

his hands in my blue jean pockets

I don’t understand this disconnect

my hard drive

driven into the sheets

I await before a white plate

delicacies on fire

books burning

suspended on a ledge above a city

he screams for me to fly

but my wings are made of stories

and my effort dribbles ink columns

down the haiga of the world

captured here

in wicker baskets

floating under the sea

tiny fish in snow globes on the sand

shaken

air balloons rupture

on a coral reef

tumble out the girl

with the pearl eyes

 

On the ledge

a story writes itself

in free fall

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Bubo]

he screams for me to fly

but my wings are made of stories

and my effort dribbles ink columns

down the haiga of the world

A beautiful story written to enhance and make us think of this girl and her pearl eyes.......The falling, and the descriptions have me thinking of how it would be, to be her.....wings made of stories......

[Geralyn Miller]

A fantastic flight in the world of inspiration , penned by an expert and talented pilot.

[elle june]

i thoroughly enjoyed this. the images were playing in my mind very vividly, and the emotion of longing and reflection comes across strongly.

[FireWoman]

I read this yesterday & got stuck at the hands in the blue jean pockets, I was speechless. Your way with words reminds me of Monet's "way" with painting~

[Alicia Schroeder]

your writtings are so beautifully written, I love it

[Lydia Blackwell]

This is rich and bountiful, like a succulent fruit. The imagery tells the story, rather than the story beig told with imagery. nice change up. Excellent!!

[Kesha]

A beautiful story within your amazing poem! I really enjoyed reading this! Gorgeously written! :) Keep it up! :)

[Intern'l Shultzfeather]

Feeling high in a mix taste of sensing flowing peace in mind and myster touch. Sit down pleasing senses und angst, you're welcome to fingers and cheeks, eyes, hands, and wonderful butt. The silk switch cometh. Someone is having a day! A delicate powerhouse life is alive. Picture pages of words and senses, urges and realizations in the inkwell that snaps you back to the high of the reality of high. I got to fly w/you too baby.

[Pax Analog]

This delicately imaginative poem strikes me as an intriguing, strange, and heart-rending dissociation of Eros of mind from Eros of body, w/the heart more invested in the free fall story, than the anonymous lover alluded to.

It is a profound irony as well, considering we are all DNA and semiotic encodings ourselves. But this obliquely poignant poem speaks to my abiding concern: the lack of integral psychospiritual literacy everywhere extant. Because of the relative extent of our being/becoming who we make love to, the implications are profound -- and that's the reason POETICS in its most comprehensive, all-inclusive sense is the subject of subjects.

What we could call the Arc of Eros is seamlessly inclusive of creative and Zen Mind, spiritual and romantic Heart, and bodily attunement to the Whole. Realizing this seamlessness turns Hell to Paradise, the scales drop from soul eyes, and we finally understand that all worlds are the same world and that radical understanding and imagination is Love Itself.

[Rick]

So, this is where you've been hiding your work.

You've spun me intrepidly from the sky to the ocean to your core, where I get to find out how tight your fist can grip.

You would think that I could say something cogent here, given my history with words, but I can't think of a thing to say.

I love how you string ideas together like a pearl necklace, dragging them through scented memories until they come out the other side as whimsical.

I see your smile, but it doesn't quite reach your eyes.

Great job. I have some catching up to do.