Freefall

The way things are

Your colours engulf me.

Freefall

Your words cut my strings.

Impact

My body splits open.

Rejection

Birds sing.

Reviews

[Zugzwang]

No matter what happens, the birds always sing.
I too take comfort in the little things that are not at all little: sunrise, birdsong, water, sky, wind.
And rain (but only when I'm inside).
I liked the extreme terseness of this poem, reads a bit like a haiku.

[Firebird]

Birdsong cures all! Thank you Z :-)

[alifeacoustic]

and t ls the end line leads you to bumping back to reality with all the subtle grace and dexterity of a wall. Nice to hear that reality still has birds singing, although I'd watch that it isn't a concussion :)

[Firebird]

Songbirds cure all ills. :-)

[Willard Wells]

I see life happening and the world going on without concern. But that's just me. Interesting piece. Very nice flow.

[Firebird]

The birds didn't need to be concerned but their sweet song is like nectar to my soul. It never fails to heal. Thanks Willard

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the birds sing as they watch the others fall...there is harmony in disharmony---but a bit of a chaotic song for the one who fell so easily from a sky of dreaming into the reality of rejection.

much expressed in this short piece...my kind of write...less is more...
quite painful when two are one...but then one of them becomes two again...split open.

[Firebird]

Actually the birds only sang after the fall. I wrote this a while ago but it didn't seem worth posting. This morning I added the last line and it felt complete. The birds bring me back to myself.