It comes like snow in the night.
The way June turns to July
then August
with its heat that
sucks the culvert dry.
Like dirt under your fingernails
it comes from things you touch
and their touching you back.
Like layers of silt; like cold
in your coffee…I can’t drink it.
It does not come like love or hate
sudden, fiery, electric, powerful
to rattle your soul and bones. No
it is subtle
like falling out of love
or losing hatred
for someone you see
everyday.
That is what it is like.
Losing something everyday
like the layer of skin that
blows away and exposes you
just that little bit more.
You know it is silent.
You know it is coming.
Before you see it
you realize
you can’t get off the floor.
http://youtu.be/5Pi9M4bFFLQ
Falling Down
22 Tuesday Jan 2013
Posted in poems
Poetry on the run 
love it! love it love it love it! loved the poem – was about to tell you it’s a new favorite – then saw the link! and i’ve been meaning to tell you how much i hoped you were reading your stuff somewhere! and now it’s everywhere! love it!
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thank you ann. it really makes me happy when you like something i’ve written…and to know it is a favorite is a wonderful feeling. i have been listening to a lot of poetry, especially kay ryan at the poetryfoundation.org and finally got the nerve to give it a go.
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Oh my Ron😃
That was soooo beautiful! I am so glad I’ve seen you! It was so sweet to hear as you read your heart out! Thank you so much!
Been thinking myself of doing it, after having some experience (about 200 radio programs and 30 and some TV documentaries:-), but that is so different…
I’m afraid of allowing the (professional:-((( artist in me take over what should be as natural as it flowed when it was written…
I envy you a bit:-)
And the smile in the end!
Well, you asked to be told what we think, and it may be just me for the moment, but I truly did like it!
Looking forward to seeing you again!
Rom
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Thank you Rom. I would love to hear you read, especially as a professional…it could enhance the experience for the listener. I may try it again.
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Evocative of loss that eats away until ‘puff’ you’re gone. Good job!
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Yeah man. I really liked this one too.
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Thanks for reading these older poems…I really appreciate the feedback.
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