A Poem (inspired by Geek & Sundry)

I'm a big fan of Geek & Sundry and they've recently created the G&S Vlogs. One of these vlogs is about writing, with the latest post about poetry (via Nika Harper).  My introduction into any creative writing came from writing poems as a teen.  It's been a little bit of time since I've written a poem, since I've been working on the Weiland Kershaw series the past few years; so I've decided to participate and share a poem I wrote last night.

The moment my feet found the air,

a whispering hush of the wind

told me how my nature would change

and that I’d lose everything in a fleeting brush.

There wasn’t a glimmer of sun,

the ground held captive by cavernous light

a misstep sent my mind searching, scattered

for one final love to remember.

Trees twist, tumble, and fade away

as dark gray cliffs keep my company

until black roaring water arrives

for an unexpected date of unfulfilling destiny.

I feel her eyes leering down with the

memory I’ve been yearning for, a time

when life was long-lasting and liberating

as a soft, subtle first kiss should be.

There is no reason to see her in this;

a swirling, murky void in which I’m caught with

no beginning to see and a light that has

never fully formed around waning consciousness.

A smile leaps down like a rope and yet

my reach clutches emptiness as if

matching a fated beating chest

as fluid movement approaches determinedly.

Quickly floating air deviates time and space as

the fall becomes a photo trapped in one brief

heart-wrenching instant where memories

otherwise flee like water in an overturned glass

Her face begins to disappear as

the everlasting night creeps through

shallow breath and flickering eyes

with narrowing screams following battered sounds of the sea.

Certainty is just a figment,

fear fills my glassy eyes as an inevitable gloom

squanders any future thoughts of a life

bursting with boisterous laughter and love.

Skin tingles, breath falters, darkness lingers,

the absence of her company stations my regret

as a final splash nears without any net in sight,

no blanket to comfort the coming cold grip.

Vision becomes clear as spiraling dwindles away

looking up to the flat, dark ceiling with sense

of dread, remorse, and sudden satisfaction as

reality stirs my confidence from the terror.

A fan slowly twirls above unaware of the

devastatingly silent imagery that attempted

to corrupt joyously waiting years ahead, yet

only a reminder of the love I share

presents itself through the obscurity

with faint movement and shallow breath.

Under Cover of the Fall

by S. T. Lakata

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