First Fall, Last Fall

First Fall, Last Fall

A Poem by Miss Bloom

Free falling 
Wings stretching
Birds calling

Tripping on my thoughts
Misguided by desire
Almost there, almost caught

Free falling
It's over now
Mother's calling
Death has kissed my brow
                              

© 2014 Miss Bloom


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I like the line breaks and the feeling of falling I get from them. I like that "tripping on my thoughts" concept, with is a nice metaphor that I had not thought of my mind getting caught and tripping up that way, but truly it does. I love the comma and break in "Almost there, almost caught" ...there is something really quite brilliant there in the symmetry only because the Greek philosophers wrote about this symmetry as an essential element of our definitions of what it means to be beautiful

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Miss Bloom

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much! I'm happy you enjoyed it.



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That was feeling of distrbance, you did a well job keep it coming

Posted 10 Years Ago


Adored. Great start, keep them coming!

Posted 10 Years Ago


I like the line breaks and the feeling of falling I get from them. I like that "tripping on my thoughts" concept, with is a nice metaphor that I had not thought of my mind getting caught and tripping up that way, but truly it does. I love the comma and break in "Almost there, almost caught" ...there is something really quite brilliant there in the symmetry only because the Greek philosophers wrote about this symmetry as an essential element of our definitions of what it means to be beautiful

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Miss Bloom

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much! I'm happy you enjoyed it.

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