Falling Past – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“It’s just a momentary sensation – open my eyes and it’s gone. Still, it’s an overwhelming experience. Being able to float in the air.” Haruki Murakami

Falling Past

Weightless,
surrendered,
spent feather
drifting down the layers and depths,
down past dry grief whose
invitation to linger pulls at me,
that I might stay and savour its 
bitter taste, its cloying texture,
towards the indulgences of distraction
where shadow caresses the wound,
yet even now the wind eddies
my steady resolve and onward I fall,
past windows and doors,
no snares enough for me to enter,
no place to rest my world-weary bones,
except the lightness on which I float.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️ 

7 Comments

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7 responses to “Falling Past – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Ooh, I love the use of metaphor in this one!

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  2. Sounds like a nice dream but a dream still

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  3. It is very appealing to imagine that we can drift past difficulties. Maybe sometimes, we can! Lovely poem, Paul! ❤

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