Airborne

You alight

from the dark controlled capsule.

Adrenaline hits your veins–

Your breath escapes you–

Your eyes, glossed over

by torrents of air,

hallucinate fire mirages.

 

Your parachute billows

behind your camouflage suit

like peacock plumes.

It catches hard at your chest

righting your falling body.

The treeline comes into view.

 

You thud and roll

in a muddy plain.

Your kneecaps ache from knocking

on impact.

Your head throbs.

You stand, a worn rag doll:

You always come tumbling after

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    • WillM
    • June 15th, 2011

    Interesting, course if you’re alluding to a soldier you may want to edit the spelling to “Airborne”

    • bruce caldwell
    • June 16th, 2011

    Liked it best of the three but I don’t know how to criticize poetry.
    I liked it because I felt the person falling.
    I felt myself falling.
    I seldom get that feeling from reading.
    BJC

    • rosalie catanoso
    • June 22nd, 2011

    love the peacock plumes imagery, and the “righting your falling body” line. agree w/ ya pops — actually get a feel for the falling sensation. woulda thought you’d been sky diving before! one tiny typo (unless i’m reading it wrong?) *Your kneecaps

  1. Thanks Will and Prose for the typos!

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