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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Interesting, course if you’re alluding to a soldier you may want to edit the spelling to “Airborne”
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
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
Thanks Will and Prose for the typos!