A Fear of Falling

By Silver Spun Sand

Tue, 19 Jun 2012
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On my back
in the orchard...
watching clouds
watching me,
soporifically,
drift on by.

A hollow thump;
over ripened plums
fall, one by
one, by one;
the zealous ones.

The ones feasted upon
by wasp and hornet;
the too eager
to be picked ones
end up rotting here,
carefully secreted
by marsh
and meadow foxtail.

The fallen;
easily forgotten.
Bloated and bruised –
fodder for crows to pick over
and maggots to devour.

I imagine how they feel;
those for whom perfection
comes and goes, unnoticed.

Yet still they fall;
each one
only once,
but their kind –
again and again...

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Interesting! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Metaphorically so, I guess;-) Many thanks for reading, Rhiannon. Tina

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
"The fallen; easily forgotten. Bloated and bruised – fodder for crows to pick over and maggots to devour." - you always manage to make even the grittiest scenes beautiful, Tina. Another brilliant poem as always ;-) Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, Magic. Much appreciated;-) Tina xxx

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Sorry, Tina, I didnt pick up on the metaphorical aspect. I'm still not wholly clear to comment on that, but it is I suppose concentrating on the sadness of death and material decay? My writing and reading is very simple! regards, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You are spot on, Rhiannon with your interpretation;-) Many thanks for getting back to me, and I do hope that you have been blessed with such a perfect evening as we have here; what with it being almost the longest day...the summer solstice and all that. I only hope it lasts, but I've a feeling it won't;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on
What a summer! Like this Tina, especially I imagine how they feel; those for whom perfection comes and goes, unnoticed. A bit like the falling tree / the bird that falls in the forest. Lovely thought.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, PT;-) Tina