Poem: Swing Me So – 25/01/20

Sublime is this scene from so very high,
I cannot believe this is happening to me,
to be captured within such power of Nature
it is arresting,
it is amazing.
 
With her brewing potency, such rage beneath the sky's surface
and a stock standard collection
of sheer memories with others who have already left,
a breathy fresh emotion replaces it, and I know
that in this form, its majority of 
accompanying thoughts need to be
seized and trained,
in a method tried and adapted,
from the losses 
I will heal, I will heal.
There is the sense of replacement and regeneration
within the rise and fall.
 
Swing me so, dearest,
push me over the edge,
in a whirling of your intent allowing me to
rise higher
and preposterously fall,
I’ll gather the safe billowing air by my sides,
they'll pad my re-entry into the clouds.

I feel emptier without supportive comrades by my side,
but Nature reminds me that she is here,
and some will return in good time.
 
I dismount the swing shakily,
the exhilaration was such a sweet potent rush,
and with a smile, I stumble on, 
my initial steps like a forest fawn,
unsure of where to place them.     
  
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