In between the branches of the human condition
you fall like fireflies of stardust
of dreams that travel through the world
of sparkling stars
burning through the cosmos
you fall
gently
softly
tired
you fall
into the black hole
asleep.
poetry copyright neha 2020/ image from pexels credit goes to original artist
forgottenmeadows 
August 21, 2020 at 9:04 am
Lovely poem. 🙂
August 21, 2020 at 10:42 am
Thank you so much
August 23, 2020 at 6:50 am
🙂
August 21, 2020 at 9:49 am
🙂 Did you retitle “Asleep” from 2017 to be The Human Condition” today? I like that a lot. A perennial poem continuing to live and naturalize in your poetry garden. The gardener in me says yes. I say Yes! Pretty cool.
August 21, 2020 at 10:41 am
Haha yes i did, it showed up in my memory so reposted! Thanks for your stamp of approval!
August 21, 2020 at 5:29 pm
That’s one of my favorite things… when you discover a particular work has been nascent, dormant and gestating… is perennial, and it resurfaces to poke its nose up in the creative garden A little differently, like in this case, “Hey Creatrix ForgottenMeadows who made me. I’m shed my name like chaff from the wheat in the wind, like a snake its skin shedded, the snake its skin not missed. Came back for a new one. Please re-graduate me from you so I can live my next evolution. What’s my name now?”
August 21, 2020 at 11:06 am
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
August 21, 2020 at 6:15 pm
Great poem!!!! Love your imagery! 💙
August 22, 2020 at 8:41 pm
Thank you so much! ❤
August 22, 2020 at 11:21 pm
Mesmerizing words…
August 23, 2020 at 12:22 am
Great work
August 23, 2020 at 9:39 am
Thank you so much!