A kind of falling

Oh, to turn
a subtle turn,
a shallow radius,
with the slow
gathering of spring
so far from the sun.

It’s sublime
when snow slips
into golden light,
but it melts
much faster
into rain.

To change direction
with a simple
shifting of weight
or a knee on the wheel
while gesturing
with my hands.

I am falling,
with the arc
of the turning Earth,
a kind of orbit,
indeterminately,
in a kind of love.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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9 Responses to A kind of falling

  1. Ray, this poem is incredible. Oh, this –> I am falling,
    with the arc
    of the turning Earth,
    a kind of orbit,
    indeterminately,
    in a kind of love.

    Loving it.

  2. Beautiful poem. Loved “It’s sublime when snow slips into golden light”.

  3. Whimsy Mimsy says:

    🙂 From the math geek in me, you had me at radius…

  4. Charlotte says:

    Your poetry is so dreamy. I especially love the last stanza. Bravo!

  5. ha. it is a kind of love…i like the falling in that last stanza…when spring is really here perhaps i will fall too…smiles.

  6. MarinaSofia says:

    Very strong ending and a wonderful dream-like quality about the whole poem.

  7. kkkkaty1 says:

    love your twist on the subject of spring!

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