I Didn't Hear It Fall

A life well lit

A pot on a shelf

Sometimes falls

I didn't hear it fall

A blue-gray cloud

Hanging around

A closer look

A flower grew

To stick out through

I'll task, today

The last part

Can I see

Something else

I'm indifferent

My desires

Still there 

Explaining still

Expanding still

The search

The quiet water

The bright light

The colorful flutter

Through thunder

I'll laugh, today

Rain and lightning

In my pocket

In a moment 

I want to be seeing

Around, so fond

I could not speak

Don't look now, thicker

The air, the mist is

The past feeling

Falls back into that

Picture first if

Only the image 

We done this day unclear

When everything

Is just like the last 

Bright wing blinding

Burning quickly out

Imagining above

Everywhere flinting

Lightness of heart

By all of our

Compassion

By all of our

Yesterdays

Now flickers about

A rainspout

Bringing between

An endless list

To amend each

Every stitch

We had done

O' what to do

Become a part

I know the ground

this is how

I found you

Fading, too.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

An interesting poem. I think you meant apart instead of a part...Bravo