Pace.
With eternal drop
of straight-lined fall wild
run of water, in
escaping from stone-bind
overcomes chains
by creating deafening tone
of complaint
against marriage-chained
hold before
boldly leaping down height.
In one mad moment
forsakes granite's grasping
claws and reels
forward at thunderous pace
roars in repeated
force, cascade- desperation
on course falls, for
once in motion water takes
the path of control.
The same case to answer in
human togetherness
if close-shackled space feels
fenced, choices
remaining an un-addressed
matter ferment
for smooth flow needs duo
expression to avoid
danger of break, changes if
taken in time
cushion blows and re-define
compatible states.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments4
My Dear Fay,
Absolutely stunning!
Your words flow as does that waterfall. A relatable message your poem does express!
So true...
all it takes is āone mad momentā...
āIn one mad moment
fosakes graniteās grasping
claws and reels
forward at thunderous paceā...
...āonce in motion water takes
the path of control.ā
When I saw the title āPaceā, I immediately thought of PEACE. Pace in Italian means peace. As I read the poem, I sensed peace if weāre given enough space to breathe freely!
~Laura~
these words read deliciously.. not only that.. they look good pinned to this page.. bravo.... N š
A fine write Fay.
It flows with your powers of descriptive verse.
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