Touchdown

never about the landing, the

touchdown has always 

lifted the hair on my arms 

like a reverse chopping down of a tree 

standing tall, I

take in the new view

this particular 

touchdown has granted

upright forest of the now

I flit,

you flop,

I spring,

you stop 

you revel in the landing 

take root 

call it home 

ah, touchdown my darling 

is what sparks the wildfires 

in the standing tall trees

change is constant 

stagnation wilts, dies

so, my darling 

take me while I am here 

in this touchdown 

it was never my intention to stay 

life is but a rolling revelry of

experience, and I plan 

to draw every last droplet of sap 

from this newly standing tree

before I launch to,

touchdown again and 

experience the 

new

Reviews

[Cassie]

I really love this, kept reading and re-reading

[barleygirl]

This poem conjures a swirling cauldron of impressions. I'm reminded of a poem I just read by a poet who professed her love TO THE EXTREME (in trite generalities) to some unworthy guy (he dumped her shortly after she wrote poem, we know from reading other reviews). This was the 2nd poem I read (same poet, similar time-frame) -- the other poem saying there's nothing to live for (severe depression). I find it sad/funny to read the outpourings of those who allow their very existence to be jerked around by how other people act/respond to them. Your poem seems to take this concept to a playful place, showing why its best to be grounded in feelings that come from one's inner truth, not what's going on "out there"! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Cory Barrett]

This is so true to me. Life is on touchdown and launch after another. But sometime there are touchdowns that last longer. Touchdowns i wish i never would have left.

[Troy Henson]

Loved this piece. The imagery whoa! Touchdown!

[emmajoy]

' .. so, my darling .. take me while I am here .. in this touchdown .. it was never my intention to stay .. life is but a rolling revelry of .. experience, and I plan .. to draw every last droplet of sap ;; from this newly standing tree .. before .. .. .. '

First read seems like a hit and deliberate mix here, If wrong - often am, you're neither making apologies nor taking prisoners. Wonder on second reading if you have plans and intend - in your own extreme and fine wording, to carry them out.. come what may.. an invitation stands but.. Smiling cos now I've lost myself, over.thinking, E!! As ever your lay out, your phrasing, the metaphors and all, are great. Take care, keep safe, please, very much. :)

[KWP]

ah you too sweet - some of us find transience and change much easier than others. some need roots to keep us strong, others rely on the wind to drop us down wherever the universe requires :)

[Einstein Noodle]

oh you minx you :) genius word play my friend ... touch down indeed :))))))) a standing ovation from me Aussie girl! what a surprise turn to musings on life ... i would think he hopes the flitting will eventually bring your adventurer back again ... knowing as she does that change is a constant ... and visiting the same forest is simply not possible ... its already changed ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) what a delightful read my friend .. you be well and stay well
E.

[KWP]

that reply reminds of Hereclitus 'you cannot step into the same river twice'

New experiences being new learnings right? the new learnings is what keeps t he brain alive me thinks ... X How's things ?

[Einstein Noodle]

ohhh my dear friend .. all is well here in Ozark Land ..been loving the moon so bright for 5 days now .. throwing moon shadows ... beyond words ;) i agree ... taking on new challenges keeps the noodle from staying stuck and done :)))))) big hugs your way KWP!

[wordman]

great metaphors in this piece,but total fulfillment of love

[Kari Rakitan]

This is quite lovely. It reminds me of a School of Life video about celebrating short-term love. Not everyone who comes into our lives is meant to stay, but we can still treasure those who are only with us for a short time. Every relationship comes to an end, and sometimes that end is death. I've lost many lovers through many different means including death. Strangely, death is an easier way to lose someone than a breakup. Well, it depends on who initiated the breakup, but I think you get where I'm coming from.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if only we could rebuild what sometimes gets chopped out from under us, and lays us to waste.
wonderful use of metaphor here...had me singing Elton John..."till touchdown brings round again to find, I'm not the man they think I am at home"

Maybe I am a felled tree falling upwards.
j.

[KWP]

I like the vision of that felled tree J- :) thanks my friend X

[Wild Rose]

Reads like the aviation (flyers) would call 'Touch and Go'

Learning to land an airplane