let me down - 14/30 - national poetry month

easy swing feeling wind in hair

tickles of joy ripple through torso

flips of excitement clearly popping bright eyes

feeling free of all but the winds whisper and woosh

living in the moment

seeing the world from above

looking over trees to places i've yet to see

feeling yellow sun fresh upon dewy face

cool blue softly kisses dimpled cheeks lips

stretched into an E

then puckered into an O

pushed too high passed comfort zone

the ground is far gray and hard

if i fall...

fear grips cold trips

waves of nausea wash me white

frantic cries of let me down

fall flat as any impossible request

too afraid to look

swing is rocking not swinging

it's shaking not taking me to a dream

knuckles cold and tight

take me down

janibombarose 2010