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Breathless
by Rie Sheridan Rose
I rise up from the depths
where I was tossed…
no need for chains
thought the lazy man
with the heavy hands
who threw me from the boat—
the wool of the sweater will
be enough.
He was wrong.
I rise up from the depths
where I was tossed…
He plummets from the stars
where he has walked…
tethered to safety
by a slender cord—
drifting downward
weightless to meet the Earth
as it curves beneath.
Safety is illusory.
He plummets from the stars
where he has walked…
We meet in the middle—
Breathless.
Fiction © Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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I love the sense of movement in this poem – the sense of two forces, two fates colliding.
Darkly beautiful and lyrical.