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POEM: The Falling

Posted on April 18, 2021 by B Gourley

I am not the fallen,
but the falling --
he who never hit
the ground.
And you may hope to 
know my call,
but I was never
there at all.
I was sitting on the 
tower.
I was dropping to the 
ground.
I never emitted a
flash of light, 
and never emitted a
peep of sound.
I am the falling,
not the fallen.
The one who never
hit the ground.

10 thoughts on “POEM: The Falling”

henhouselady on April 18, 2021 at 7:57 pm said:

I loved the rhythm in this poem. You did a very good job.

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- B Gourley on April 18, 2021 at 8:17 pm said:
  
  Thank you.
  
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Little Charmer on April 18, 2021 at 10:38 pm said:

Love this one my friend 🖤🖤

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P Squared on April 18, 2021 at 11:54 pm said:

Hmm, interesting. If you are the falling, not the fallen, does it mean you have it in your control? Do you fall out of free will, do you fall because you like the rush or were you pushed?

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- B Gourley on April 19, 2021 at 7:09 am said:
  
  Maybe, one has control of one thing — self-perception. And when everything else is out of control, one can choose to see the impermanence of one’s situation and its capacity to define one.
  
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marygracewriting on April 19, 2021 at 2:03 am said:

Love this one. ❤

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- B Gourley on April 19, 2021 at 4:42 am said:
  
  Thank you
  
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Kelly MacKay on April 19, 2021 at 3:27 pm said:

I like this, sad but something in it is hopeful resilient

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- B Gourley on April 19, 2021 at 4:05 pm said:
  
  Thanks.
  
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welcomeazt on April 28, 2021 at 6:01 am said:

A beautifully controlled and succinct poem – a delightful read.

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