I'm falling backwards...Falling up the sky
But everybody think that I'm flying...
I'm passing birds and clouds... From up high,
I can't accuse those on the land of lying.
I'm falling up the sky... The land's so far,
And everyone will think that I'm a revenant...
And only falling shows us who we are,
When we get smashed against the seventh heaven.
This is so deftly written. I not only can see this unusual dance but I can feel it stretch my limbs.. I to.o am falling and I too think I'm flying. Your poem has effortless kinetic energy. It is so clear and unclutered. B-U-T all of this marvelous motion pales before the magical last two lines which raise the poem to a visionary height. What an amazing flash of self-knowledge. Your poem satisfies first my body, then my mind. Consider me one of your ideal readers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant! Breathtaking! Exhilarating! let me end here lest I run out of words++++10