I calculate
where the dusty road winds & breaks into an acapella
how low the fig tree can kneel against the storm
how much the blowfly grass weighs in my hand
when the red moon will outdance the sun's stripper show
by degrees & points in my x & y axis chart
But for you
I would fall
straight down
rain falling
through a crooked morning
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Find the one to fall straight down for and both keep on a falling
ReplyDeleteBut for you
ReplyDeleteI would fall
There will always be the loved one to help through! Nicely Grace!
Hank
Dusty road ~ on its own .. love the visual and the poem.
ReplyDeleteOh there are parameters we cannot calculate.. Love those examples.. but then the weight of that rain.. just falling.. and that's good :-)
ReplyDeletethis i read as if i was viewing an abstract work of art on exhibition; nice one; have a good Monday
ReplyDeletemuch love...
This might sound cold--but I am old--and I'd say to bend every-which-way, but never fall. If you are drop of rain, land on my bended bow...well, that's how I feel today anyway!
ReplyDeleteYou write so well, dear, leaves me flying on tangents.
Ah, yes! This is beautifully done. Kelly's words and photo are very inspiring.
ReplyDeletefall like rain...nice...
ReplyDeletenice nod to geometry as well with the cooridate plane...
there are some things we can calculate...
and others...well it may be best we can not...
smiles.
Dear Grace
ReplyDeleteYour brief introduction is very powerful!
A poem with many emotions and colours. Well done!
JetteMajken
This is just gorgeous. The first 2 lines just captivated me, Grace.
ReplyDeleteOh! Will you? Did you? Feels like an absolutely magical promise.
ReplyDeletethe stairrods setting the morning to rights?
ReplyDeleteSo much beautiful imagery in this stanza
ReplyDelete"where the dusty road winds & breaks into an acapella
how low the fig tree can kneel against the storm
how much the blowfly grass weighs in my hand
when the red moon will outdance the sun's stripper show"
I feel like I get spoilt every time I visit here.
But for you
ReplyDeleteI would fall
straight down
rain falling
through a crooked morning...
absolutely gorgeous
The calculations, the admission of how the narrator would fall.....so intelligently romantic.
ReplyDeleteThis is poignant, beautifully simple, and boldly vulnerable. I love it.
ReplyDeleteYou have added your own art/beauty to Kelly's photo. Both are beautiful
ReplyDeleteso well done to the prompt, Grace ~
ReplyDeleteI LOVE THIS. everything about it! bravo.
ReplyDeleteWe all have "that one" that we would take that fall for...
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile. Love.
ReplyDeleteLove the shape... and the analytical tone of your poem.
ReplyDeletemath … and romance - who would have known how well they can go together. Really, stunning imagery of words!
ReplyDeleteNothin' I love better than a little math in a poem. This is great.
ReplyDeleteI love fall and this is beautiful!
ReplyDeletea wonderful combination of science, nature, emotion, connection
ReplyDeleteLove this Grace, especially the close. Beautiful!
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