Falling

[CdnReader]

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Falling


Falling to the sea
in a halcyon breath
that belies the constraints
of being me,
-- the pounding insistence,
chaotic, unshod, tumultuous --
I return to the dormancy
of origins.

Fingers clench and unclench
in a rhythmic transformation
-- tighten, release --
-- tighten, release --
Tension loses its coherence,
vanishing into the dissonance.

Solitude wraps me
in a worn woollen blanket,
cold and heavy at the edges.



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[PrinceMyshkin]

I thought that


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the dormancy
of origins.

was SO good, but that this



Solitude wraps me
in a worn woollen blanket,
cold and heavy at the edges.



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was EVEN better, the image of those "cold... heavy... edges". Wow!

[CathyEarnshaw]

This sounds amazing. I especially like the ending also; you can really feel that blanket of solitude!

[goldenrod]

Remind me to stay away from the water in the river below!:(

Very fine blank(et) verse!:)

goldenrod.

[CdnReader]

Thanks for your comments, Jer, Cathy, and Goldenrod. Much appreciated!!