Centuries of Falling
by Bill Yarrow
I am falling
falling out of my body
falling like snow into a new volcano
I am falling
falling out of my body
falling like midnight onto mice
I am falling
falling out of my body
falling like sand into the hair of the world
I am falling
falling out of my body
falling like snow into a new volcano
I am falling
falling out of my body
falling like midnight onto mice
I am falling
falling out of my body
falling like sand into the hair of the world
I am falling
falling out of my body
falling like raindrops onto sprockets of light
falling like raindrops onto sprockets of light
I am falling,
falling out of my body
falling like sugar into God's hot caffeine
falling out of my body
falling like sugar into God's hot caffeine
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Author's Note
This poem was published in Extract(s).
It appears in BLASPHEMER (Lit Fest Press 2015).
Other stories by Bill Yarrow
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This works incredibly well read aloud.*
Things change ... and do not. This poem mirrors that juxtaposition. Fine work, Bill.
The repetitions/variations poay nicely.
The repetition gives it a soothing quality that belies the content. I like that. *
Great.
Thank you SDR, Amanda, Sam, Gary, Charlotte, and Darryl!
Love it.