This piece was written using prompts (the first and last lines) written by flying_peanuts over at even_angels_.Title: I FallAuthor: Erin M. HoaglandDate: 03/01/06, 3:18pmDraft: FirstThanks: To Tiff, for the inspiration you shower on me every single day...I FallThere is nothing left to whisper.With your shattered voice in my ear, urging me to cry out for you; with fingers--yours? mine? ours--wet with rain.Within the maelstrom of rushing blood, stolen breath, and heartbeats like the sounding of some ancient drum a voice in my head whispers, But what if this isn't real?There is no time to consider the question. I am climbing the sky, watching the faith of hawks as they wheel around me. Winter is ending this very second and the whole world is shouting for the dance of new life. I climb higher to where the azure sky bleeds into that thin, airless halo of white. I breathe nothingness and can see the forbidden stars, shining glory scattered across the black velvet of open space. They are too dear but I want them so. I want to wind them in your hair and around my neck to remember this single moment; this quiet cataclysm where the last of the pristine snow in the high passes succumbs to the breaking of the earth wrought by the first tender stalk of green. Stretching toward the kiss of the Sun; a supplicant of Spring, a dream come finally true.Then there is no thought possible; only flashes. Your eyes, shimmering. The untouched wilderness. Your mouth, sweeter than honey. Blinding sunlight caught on the edges of a hawk's wing. The heartbreaking arch of your spine. The cloudless blue of the Bowl of Heaven.I can no longer fly, so I fall. I fall. Like a bumblebee inexplicably obeying the Laws of Physics. Like a wire-walker in her first solo performance. Graceless and inexorable. I fall.I fall into your arms and it all disappears. The sky, the world, the Sun, the hawks, the silent coming of Spring; all of it gone.Beneath me is all that's real. Only you, only this. Everything.finThank you for reading.~Erin
well. you know me and first person, but... i read this and liked it. you have the gift of painting vivid pictures with your words... in bold, fluid strokes :)of course, on a sidebar note... this is another one of those weird dual things with us... i have a poem that i wrote years and years ago that's called "and i fall" LOL yours is MUCH better. :D
Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it. If you see any areas that could use improvement, let me know...As to the poem "and i fall", why am I not surprised? ;) Though I doubt sincerely that my offering is "MUCH" better...
i'll probably reread the piece at some point so if i see anything, i'll let you know :)
Very lovely, I enjoyed reading it!
Thank you! :)