Gravity

Dusty corners poetry

You were the daughter of good intentions

The queen of innocence

And now

you shake the leaves from your hair

You haven't gone anywhere

but down

You are the daughter of broken promises

The queen of masquerade

And now

you wish the basement wasn't so dark

You try to think of a last remark

but can't

You will become the daughter of pity

The queen of melancholy

But now

you will realize the leaves were your crown

You will plant your feet in the ground

and stay

Reviews

[Kenaz]

When you mentioned the basement I thought of falling down the stairs and hitting every step on the way down. As for the poem itself it has great structure, but I think I am missing the point of the poem. Falling is the curse of us giants because the bigger we are the harder we fall. Even the trees must fall one day, 'tis the fault of gravity (of which the "how? and why?" escape me). I did enjoy this melancholy poem, although I usually prefer the lighter side. Good dusty writing friend.

[Jazz]

Why thank you. I want to say the point of this poem is that sometimes you feel like no matter what, something is bringing you down, in this case it's yourself. Think of the quote "there's no way to go except, down" but in this case, instead of going down or up, you just stay. It's a statement to yourself that you've fallen so much, but you don't have to keep falling.