Falling Things

For Three Word Wednesday, prompt words hinge, lethal, need. Very sparse form this week–laziness, or just a different style than my normal?

Falling Things
Crawl out
on a limb
too thin,
bends like
a hinge.
Stand
if you can.
Perch, hands
outstretched,
tip-most.
Quick
as a need,
breathe the
lethal moment.
Tenderly
sing,
mindful
of falling
things.
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20 thoughts on “Falling Things

  1. Even thoughts are clipped to a minimum when at risk, especially of falling when pushing yourself to the limits. The adrenaline rush of being out on a limb is so well penned here.

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  2. I get two different impressions from this. The first is one's thoughts just before a physical plunge – the other is the feelings one must have when faced with a life changing downward spiral from the safe and secure. I'm probably wrong on both counts, but the poem is profoundly well done.

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