
Falling – Poem and Thoughts
August 25, 2013This is a poem for From The Me Of Before collection, which are poems revisited and revised from a while ago. This one poem is from a childhood memory. A neighbourhood friend, Andrew Knight, and I would climb this Liquid Amber tree in our yard, which have really weak branches. So he went to climb to the top with his yellow bike helmet on and this was the result!! A funny thing to immortalize in poetry, right?
I just noticed this rounds out my arbitrary 200th post over about 2-3 years of this blog being on and off and this month is nearly my best month ever! Only 25 more views to make it I think. So thank you all for reading and thank you all for your writing. I hope to be actively involved with a small community of dedicated, interesting writers, Some may already know me and I do try hard to comment and read everyone regularly. I hope we can get to know each other and progress through our writing. Never be shy to comment or criticize. It is how we get better. Peace and regards all.
A J Goldbot.
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Falling
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Each branch swelled his pride, pushing him on:
higher and higher, deeper and deeper.
He paused at a wretched twig,
purple and thorny, dark and scheming.
The yellow helmet he had on seemed to shrink
yet he smiled, scanning this way and that
through the green looking for reach,
planning his next move. For too long.
The tree made its own move, snapping gleefully.
He tore away and fell with a scream.
Each branch happily playing its part;
twisting into his path not to slow him down
but to strike him joyfully until he was but
a heap on the nettled ground.
The moment was nailed to the wall for me
as I swear a gentle breeze passing
rustled the tree with laughter.
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AJG
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