#fallingup - Hello Poetry

Rain falls when The clouds get heavy. I Walk with my umbrella, which the wind turned Inside out. Droplets fall around My head, and I Remember when I was a child and got To play in the puddles. Then I became sick And cuddled in blankets. Mother puts a hand to My forehead and smiles at my Sneeze. I drink hot soup, which warms my stomach. Now I wetly plod along, and My soul smiles as I Recall the rubber ball that I threw So high it seemed to touch the rainbow that arced down.

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Jul 14, 2024

Jul 14, 2024 at 3:48 PM UTC

PuellaGratiae

Rain

Rain falls when The clouds get heavy. I Walk with my umbrella, which the wind turned Inside out. Droplets fall around My head, and I Remember when I was a child and got To play in the puddles. Then I became sick And cuddled in blankets. Mother puts a hand to My forehead and smiles at my Sneeze. I drink hot soup, which warms my stomach. Now I wetly plod along, and My soul smiles as I Recall the rubber ball that I threw So high it seemed to touch the rainbow that arced down.

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Several times in my life I have had the strange sensation that I might just fall up into the sky at any given moment. Like gravity would, for some reason, simply stop affecting me. It happened once when I was seven, laying on my back in the summer grass, cloud-watching. It happened again, when I was seventeen, while I was staring at the stars reflected in the water. And once just now when I thought about you loving me. *

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Apr 28, 2021

Apr 28, 2021 at 11:49 PM UTC

Jason_R_Michie

Falling Up

Several times in my life I have had the strange sensation that I might just fall up into the sky at any given moment. Like gravity would, for some reason, simply stop affecting me. It happened once when I was seven, laying on my back in the summer grass, cloud-watching. It happened again, when I was seventeen, while I was staring at the stars reflected in the water. And once just now when I thought about you loving me. *

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1. Remember the puppet that you were who thought himself a real boy still only just a boy remember like perusal of hate mail their postal telepathy as though flipping through cellophane photo albums of many nameless faces distant / detached / unmarred Remember how you had not known them then floating on airs ignorant / clueless / willful still constantly fair like May flowers in pebbled gardens Self sacrificed fool still only just a boy and like all in their youth selfishly optimistic a wide bellow for the wide world and untoward night Yet this life / its tangled strings (tug & pulling) with Geppetto's fermented footing precariously curious and nimble such as and / that boy was quite... agreeable to a fault happy to oblige a fly But something else also had its gravity (pride for tiger stripes) taunt there within : an invisible string to keep true be mindful be cool (nimble thimbles cool) searching but not so... "you will know when you find it you, a perpetual student" open as pouring rain always in awe of it all dismissive of the drowning barely afloat in city-scape And now a real boy living / colors / the lessons of life a dance (Kick ball change) carrying its rhythmic weight with a style & a smile always in all ways / in awe Boy refusing to grow up who's dreams are tall Inside a lotus waits to open Brown Eyes like quiet ripples A dragonfly on the pond in our pebbled garden. 2. Smooth stones pave a path for bare feet there's no use or need for dirt on our way toward peace. no ripples on the pond dragonfly wings - like glass... clear of mind tend to the life and health of our garden that is the duty of Earth's wardens a light to shed the night... although the lotus may bloom out of season, arriving late, it is the wisest of all flora knows to wait for the rain, so here we are late bloomer Lion of the southern gate of Maan, looking for you ... The circumference of every pond is only valued by how deep it quenches the thirst those who drink... my hands are empty and what falls from heaven I will cup that's my gift, overflowing, honest, open Falling up.

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Dec 10, 2015

Dec 10, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC

butch-decatoria

THE LATE BLOOM

1. Remember the puppet that you were who thought himself a real boy still only just a boy remember like perusal of hate mail their postal telepathy as though flipping through cellophane photo albums of many nameless faces distant / detached / unmarred Remember how you had not known them then floating on airs ignorant / clueless / willful still constantly fair like May flowers in pebbled gardens Self sacrificed fool still only just a boy and like all in their youth selfishly optimistic a wide bellow for the wide world and untoward night Yet this life / its tangled strings (tug & pulling) with Geppetto's fermented footing precariously curious and nimble such as and / that boy was quite... agreeable to a fault happy to oblige a fly But something else also had its gravity (pride for tiger stripes) taunt there within : an invisible string to keep true be mindful be cool (nimble thimbles cool) searching but not so... "you will know when you find it you, a perpetual student" open as pouring rain always in awe of it all dismissive of the drowning barely afloat in city-scape And now a real boy living / colors / the lessons of life a dance (Kick ball change) carrying its rhythmic weight with a style & a smile always in all ways / in awe Boy refusing to grow up who's dreams are tall Inside a lotus waits to open Brown Eyes like quiet ripples A dragonfly on the pond in our pebbled garden. 2. Smooth stones pave a path for bare feet there's no use or need for dirt on our way toward peace. no ripples on the pond dragonfly wings - like glass... clear of mind tend to the life and health of our garden that is the duty of Earth's wardens a light to shed the night... although the lotus may bloom out of season, arriving late, it is the wisest of all flora knows to wait for the rain, so here we are late bloomer Lion of the southern gate of Maan, looking for you ... The circumference of every pond is only valued by how deep it quenches the thirst those who drink... my hands are empty and what falls from heaven I will cup that's my gift, overflowing, honest, open Falling up.

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