Gravity

A poem fell

in the world today,

       it didn’t make a sound

 

Its gentle wisdom

touched no one,

       for no one was around

 

Its imagery and metaphor,

its meter and its tone ~

       they lifted no one’s spirit,

       for that poem was alone

 

When an earnest lyric echoes ~

into the blankness calls ~

gravity gains victory

       each time a poem falls.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Jack...]

Rita I loved this wonderful poem. Kind of similar to my status statement. Your are a fantastic poet.

[Rita L. Sev]

Just read your status line... great minds must think alike! ;) Thank you, Jack!