James Inman Poet Shape

Falling

                                                                R ainbow hues in 
                                                ge  ntle   flowing mist,
                                     tu  mbling    down, down,
                  dow  n.  Sprays  of   moistened 
                 bre  eze   from   roaring   water
                   ca  sca  ding    in long    falling
         str  eams,   echo    thro  ugh  dream
        fill  ed    chasms    of     gently filtered
          li  ght    growing    ever   darker past
            ro  cky    ou   tcrops    of  granite   and
      mi  ca, sp  arkling    in   the sun.   Trickles 
      of   tiny    rivul   ets find    their   own  path 
   aro   und   boul   ders that   block   their way
    like    st   one    sentinals   refusing   passage
    to   the w  eary    trave    ler, but it   continues
       relent  lessly    movi   ng on its   unknown
           jo  urney   to    an un    knowable   de  stiny
               lap  ping   ag   ainst   its    captive   channel,
        ne   ver    able    to break   free,   longing    for
      rel  ease    and     the    freedom   to flo  w on its
     own    pa    th, to     make    its   own way.    Weary
         fro  m     its     never    ending   quest,   it is ever 
     se    eking    thro     ugh    tumultu  ous   desire the
   rel    ief from its     unending    tor   ment   and pain.
        Yet,      it      pers    everes   in its    never    ending 
               qu    est       to    find its pl  ace of    rest as it
               fa     lls,      fa    lls, fa     lls    deeper   and  deeper
in      to      the      gaping        maw       of       the         abyss 
where         awaits,                    forever             more,        the                    
inky                                darkness                                 of 
eternity



11/30/15

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Constance La France December 3, 2015 at 5:32 PM James, how creative and beautifully penned, a flowing 7 ~ James Inman December 3, 2015 at 6:52 PM Thank you for the kind comment, BW.

Andrea Dietrich December 3, 2015 at 3:53 PM oohhhh, so mysterious and dark. The use of the shape makes it very compelling, Ralph! James Inman December 3, 2015 at 4:34 PM Thanks Andrea, don't know where this one came from.

James Inman December 2, 2015 at 11:35 AM Thank you for the visit Becca.

Jan Allison November 30, 2015 at 12:30 PM your words fall like a waterfall and cascade down the page - love the creative form James a great pen:-) hugs Jan xx James Inman November 30, 2015 at 9:30 PM Thanks Jan, took a while to get an acceptable shape, went through 4 of them.

Lin Lane November 30, 2015 at 12:10 PM When I first saw this I thought it may be hard to read, but it wasn't at all. Clever cascade of words just like the waterfall it describes.. NICE! James Inman November 30, 2015 at 12:24 PM Thank you Lin. I was concerned about that as well. I'm happy to hear it reads Ok.