The Fall


© Shainbird

Blowing past joy, frowns, young and old,
Crashing upon concrete, hard and cold,
Souls, malleable metal twisting to return,
Tears unnoticed without the sun’s burn,
Left vulnerable – white, to stain by decay
Despite early rise, west still ends the day.
Lungs releasing a potpourri of heart’s lament
For days falling to another year’s descent.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

Note: This is for Bastet’s Pixelventures: September 24, 2013: Autumn.


About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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10 Responses to The Fall

  1. Bastet says:

    Perfection! Thanks for participating with this great photo and poem, you really caught the prompt!

  2. Oloriel says:

    Beautiful, melancholical rhymes, loved it Shaini!

  3. Cubby says:

    “a potpourri of heart’s lament” … that is just exquisite. Absolutely loved this. Reowr!

  4. I had to read it a few times to get the full sensation – a good sign!

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