waterfall
the moment that
the night
released my hands
and let me fall
to land
and leap again into the air
was I thinking
that with every breath
I would aim for the sky
again
or with each heartbeat
re-invent
the arc, the bow, the thrust
of motion
was I thinking
that there would be
a next moment, and a next
time passes
still
I stand
falling, again falling
as the night
holds up
my veil of light
the night
released my hands
and let me fall
to land
and leap again into the air
was I thinking
that with every breath
I would aim for the sky
again
or with each heartbeat
re-invent
the arc, the bow, the thrust
of motion
was I thinking
that there would be
a next moment, and a next
time passes
still
I stand
falling, again falling
as the night
holds up
my veil of light
posted by Yes at 9:34 PM
9 Comments:
Fall has so much meaning in it....and so is this poem, I fall for it, my bird :)
water can't aim the sky during its flow....but then clouds -- a creation of sun -- takes it up....only for a fall!
this goes beyond art to science....a fine poem, dear
love,
devika
Devika--you science-minded person! I see that you have found many meanings in this poem...
I love your comment!
ha! thanks, my bird :)
devika
The fall, the original descent of the human spirit, that's what I get from this astonishingly beautiful poem...It's a classic sweet Bird...almost as beautiful as you Poetess of the Heart
Lorraine--wow, what a great comment! I love your insight into the meaning behind the words...it is trying to describe the way this human life feels to me, and you have reached behind that to its source!
Hi:)
Lovely poem which lends itself to many interpretations.
Every day offers us great opportunities to excel and to reach for the stars. Some of use the day productively and profitably by stretching ourselves beyond our reach.
Most of us let the day go by procrastination, fear of the unknown, lethargy, lack of ambition and so on. Every day become another day without any achievement. We wait for another day to come to pursue our dreams and that special day never comes.
TWO MEN LOOKED OUT OF THE WINDOW,
ONE SAW THE STARS AND THE OTHER THE MUD.
I enjoyed reading this poem with multiple meanings.
Have a wonderful day:)
Joseph
Joseph P.--I just love your comment! You are so kind to come here and share your inspiring thoughts...
PRATFALL BENEATH MOONLIGHT
the moment that
their might
released my hands
and let me fall
to land
and leap into the air
spasmodically again
was I thinking
that with every breath
was I a Salmon leaping
or a brook trout perhaps
until I landed
all concussively
falling to dissuasion
as a Knight
held up
by bales of plight
revealing mild abrasions
Percy B.S.--
I am swamped by emotion on reading your prodigious poem...
It brings to mind one of my literary heroes--Lewis Carroll--and his touching depiction of the White Knight--your verse has that evocative quality of pathos--
Also I am reminded of Mr. P. M. Martin's "Salmon" poem, which has a place in the lexicon of my heart, (I speak here for his many readers, I am sure)--
Dare I imagine that you may be one of his many relatives, somehow you seem familiar...
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