Annie's Poetry

I ponder the definitions of falling
and I wonder why falling ‘in love’
is something we crave
for we stand upon its’ shores
shifting sands beneath our feet
‘moving from a higher
to a lower level, typically
rapidly and without control’
a relentless pull
a force too great to fight
destined to be set adrift
the uncertainty of returning
‘becoming lower in size
amount, or strength’
our shadows call to each other
between the here and there
in the endless ebb and flow
breaking apart over and over
like waves on an empty shore
‘to collapse to the ground
especially in pieces’
for in each return and each retreat
love often takes more than it gives
© Ann Bagnall