The Fall
You know
That precipice
You stand
On the end
You look down
Maybe you see
Traffic
Maybe you see
The sea
Maybe you see
Your whole life
Flash
Before
Your eyes
Maybe you see
Everything
And maybe
You see
Nothing
But you stand there
Again
All the same
With the absent wind
Blowing
Somewhere
Between your
Ears
And the wild
And you wonder
How it is
You got there
And what it is
You're supposed
To do
Because
You've spent
Your whole life
Throwing yourself
In
Never worrying
About when you
Land
And now
Suddenly
You do
And
Amidst the
Tangle
Of your potentially
Crushed body
And soul
You wonder
Why you
Never noticed
Before
Anthony
Tue 2nd Dec 2014 13:33
Interesting points Harry
The capitalisation, I guess, are because each sentence start is a footstep or a stamp so it's to stress words or ideas as they role
This makes the poems jerky which maybe are the cogs whirring, wondering about the 'why'
There isn't really much happiness or delight in my poetry, it's a voice toying with the facts like a rubik's cube, trying to make the sides match to make some sense of why things work this way with no real idea why the colours are as they are or why the shape is round but feels square ...
that's probably not much help is it?
I'm glad you enjoyed thinking about this one though