Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 80 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

Downward Fall - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

I am in a dangerous journey, to me exciting,
being not in life, anything special,
not being a mighty super man.
Adrift in mind, seemingly at times, flying,
rising at times in sunlight, I am sailed,
touched and chilled by autumn air.
I find myself in a voyage searching,
traveling hopelessly inside determining,
reaching out for aid within given concerns.

Wind gusts grabbing upon my limbs pulling,
lacking me control over occurrences,
needing body's feathers to fly.
Traveler lighter than thin paper in air,
I can't maintain body functions,
releasing under current stress my inners.
A twirler in sudden swift flipping,
gliding me beyond, the point of my fall,
floating me in wondering openly in space.

Tour having my barrens lost in confusion:
as I tumbled, turning me in circles,
aimed destiny for me down in swirls.
Loser cast from living, pardoned from acts,
acting events happening, having no voice,
thinking, now a waste, emptied from head.
A ship trapped sailing in a course of,
covering me deeply in feelings wondering,
twirling captured in mist of uncertainties.

An actual shipwreck, would be collision,
rescue being remote, no assistance for me,
my perception of events is just a whirl.
Voyage to me thrilling, adventuring to say,
capturing me in rapid descent peering,
watching my drop in a definite decline.
A jumper in gravity descent falling,
going down swaying within hopes,
soaring, seemingly, in mid air.

My drop release off pine tree anchored,
from its trunk extension out from,
stretched from, out reach far branch.
Falling, I, from its secure, firm foundation
once firm touch, not felt no more:
this one in the air, up there.
Trapped, I am, without a choice:
I am indeed without doubt descending,
destined, directing against interests, in a fall.

Journey tour, to say, for me nerving,
slipping, I, reaching without a response,
dropping from far limb above.
I, on winds, headed for smashing,
gliding to an ending, tortured by falling,
wanting not this fact in assurance.
Lost by changing ways, altering exchanges
confounded completely, heart fully torned,
contracted in agreement, downward sure.

Flasher with clips of life holding, me losing,
passing life blurs, memories lost by going,
fading, as if nothing, before by eyes.
Frames of me, lowering, lapse and timed,
recorded moments dramatically,
me approaching arrival as I fall.
I am by unseen forces tightly grabbed,
tossed extremely in extremes turning,
swing around senselss and whipped.

Visitor viciously in feats whirled, like that,
snapped in wind flowing, held prisoner,
ripping in the wind currents drags.
Loner set aside by time, aging, wrinkled,
gripped legs parted, weaken in strength,
hurled to become toys.
Descent for me is unavoidable:
challenging efforts going, me returning,
climbing back up -no way.

End by closing ground to me assured,
confirmed to me patient awaited,
acknowledged fact to me without doubts.
Displays dangling vivid memories,
fall in its wisdom, knowing outcome,
I can't pretend.
Abyss void with turbulence changing,
holding me tight, then loosed,
re-tightened upon me and secured again.

Eyes see a stop coming, final resolution,
acting occurences warning,
knowing me completely certain in falling.
An archer's arrow shoot lurging,
curling downward arching:
I'm in a drop.
Bulls eye is my grounding,
confronting sadly for me, denying,
approaching the earth.
Green light in air for my going,
tumbling in my forth goings,
becoming red light for my ground.

Grave turns me right for moments,
briefly feeling, restorations of being,
having warmth of life with hot sun blaze.
I, in touch of joy, recalling,
smiling, recalling past times me having,
flipped back to death frown.
Being as others decaying,
changing by unstoppable enduring,
altered by seasonal times.
Backwards on my other side rolled,
pre-destined end coming,
colliding of vessel to come.

While I fall having no statements,
yelling no utterances,
to be heard from me, at all.
Upwards at times, high rising,
I am, going upwards but,
soaring in wind care.
Aimlessly slow in motions,
speed descents reversing consistently,
unfolding is clearly down.
Arms in youth tight and firmed,
stretched out strongly,
but that occurrence was back then.

Times has altered,
rearranged them changing,
curling my limbs in.
Slip to me in a given promised,
happened event occurring,
tumbling to be in Fall.
Being all I am,
a leaf, dropping:
descending in life's sunlight.

Topic(s) of this poem: aging, nature

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The season change to autumn

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 7, 2015

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