Down, Down, Down,

[libberator]

Down, Down, Down,
we go,
like leaves at first,
dancing through the air,
on a cold autumn day.

Down, Down, Down,
we go,
we approach a gate,
which poses a question,
while we provide an answer.

Down, Down, Down,
we go,
farther and farther,
recklessly we fall,
our minds without regret.

Down, Down, Down,
we go,
passing angels
and demons,
familiar faces all combined.

Down, Down, Down,
we go,
faster and faster,
all the memories around us,
swirl int a forgotten haze.

Down, Down, Down,
we go,
spreading out our arms,
for lack of a parachute,
but this momentum cannot be stopped.

Down, Down, Down,
we go,
int this abyss,
we have dug it ourselves,
and all that is left is to find the end.

[Doreen Peri]

the descent into hell

i'm not goin!

i'm goin up!

(not that i believe in heaven and hell but just in case, who knows, yanno? .... i'll take the upside.... i've seen hell on earth and i don't wanna go there again )

[stilltrucking]

I keep hoping I still got time for one last fall
they always seem to start with a smile

I have no idea what you intended with this poem, for some reason I did not see any theology in it at all. I thought it was about amore not agape.

whatever you intended
I hope you are not offended
that I enjoyed it
but may have missed your intent

thanks for writing
your feedback on this reply would be most helpful
sincerely
jt

[stilltrucking]

I reread it again doreen
I can see why you read it that way
maybe it is a guy think
for all the romance magazines and novels in chick lit
do women fall in love that way
dumb question I guess
but I think men are more hopeless romantics than women.









got dam this autism

[constantine]

the repetition creates a sense of rhythm and inevitability.

[libberator]

Hey guys I'm glad you like it,

your original interpretation cracked me up jt,
to be honest my interpretation is closer to doreens
although I can see where you got yours. (p.s. I got rice)

I was studying earlier today when I came up with the original version of the first stanza and took a break to write it down. After that the rest of it just kinda poured out.

When I was done writing it, I was kind of surprised because the first stanza had a much lighter tone than the rest of it. I changed it around a little but there's still a big difference between the first stanza and the rest of the poem.

I had no real intentions when I was writing this, only to write what I saw in my head. I listen to logos and she fills my mind with image and verse.

As for my own interpretation...
reminds me of a friend of mine.

[saw]

Down is an interesting word, doesn't always refer to the opposite of up, as in when one partakes in animated dancing, we might say
he was really "getting down"...or when we understand something or agree with something, we may say "I'm down with that." I think this reality, makes your poem full of endless possibility ....

[hester_prynne]

It's a very beautiful and macabre poem , very very well done, innocence and evil very well contained in the same stanzas....as if negotiating the inevitable end, rather than fighting it.....I really enjoyed the lack of control in the tone of it...the "unbearable lightness" of it, the leaf falling..... (which I mean in a good way.)
Brilliant really and like Saw mentioned, endless possibilities.
H

[stilltrucking]

your original interpretation cracked me up jt,

I am much relieved to hear that libberator . Makes my day in fact.

I suppose I have a macabre view of romance. Perhaps that is why the poem reminded me of falling in love?

Thanks for taking the time to reply.