disconnect and pull the plug
right out from underneath me
you pulled the rug
slow motion process at break neck speed
watching the ground come closer
for milliseconds at a time I bleed
and suddenly it all is clear
for the ground is all too near
bracing for impact
shattering in space
realizing the fact
that my splattering face
cannot stop the momentum
of my death force
slow motion collision
rejoining the source
I LOVE reading your poetry. Really, really love it. This poem, I can just imagine the literal scene so well. This poem makes me think of so many things. I espeically like the last line "rejoining the source" I don't know what you meant for it to mean when you wrote it, but, to me, this poem reminds me of times you'er doing things that you're sure are scary or hard or you'll fail or get hurt (physically or emotionally) but, in the end, right as you collide, you suddely realize that not only are you okay, but you've "reconnected with the source" (The source being your true self, what makes you you, your vitality, your power, your identity). So, after all that fear, falling turned out to be a good thing. That's at least what this poem made me think.
ReplyDeleteI agree with now.is.now; this poem is wonderful, and accurately describes when you're about to do something that could harm you in some way, and yet it all turns out all right. I like your poetry, and I'll keep checking in on your work--also, I'd like to hear your opinions on my own posts on Blackrose, if you can find the time to read my poems. So, as I say to all poets, keep writing!:)
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