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Freefall
by Quinlan L Gibsonand i'm still falling...
oh where are those wings when i need them?
I can see the landing.
It's green and beautiful.
Warm and soft, secure and comfortable.
It wells tears in my eyes
as i close them to envision it.
just for a moment,
just for a taste
the addiction is far too risky
to take what is not yet mine.
and i'm still falling...
i feel my pieces brake off
and drift away on the currents.
In limbo, in times evil suspension
waiting for words that mean worlds.
Gasping for the final seconds,
for my feet to touch the ground. 07/28/2003 Author's Note: i feel like i've been waiting forever...like i'm drifting...i need solid ground.
Posted on 07/29/2003
Copyright © 2024 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Allan Haslinds on 07/29/03 at 01:53 AM Isnt it odd how we can go through long periods in our lives with this gnawing feeling of waiting for something, but if someone asked us what or when we were waiting for, we couldnt tell them? Those are the times that make this piece, with its very well directed, just-out-of-reach object of impatience, that much more pointed. Nice piece. |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 07/30/03 at 02:17 PM oh, I feel that need too. Great piece. |
| Posted by Amanda J Cobb on 11/03/03 at 04:59 AM "waiting for words that mean worlds" - aren't we all, aren't we all. *hugs* I'm with you entirely too much on this one. Well-expressed here. |
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