Falling From The Sky

[mazHur]

Falling From The Sky
by mazHur

Better not surmise,
Do not conjecture;
Never say a fallen body
gets bereft of feeling and soul
after it has fallen from an altitude;
Ask him his predicament-
the one who falls down the sky;
ask the broken star
which shoots down to earth
out of the celestial wreath;
care to ask the golden eagle
shot in the arm
by some jealous foe?
were he not to lurch down the sky
with a broken wing
then what else could he do?
Rolling down the sky
is reserved for only those
who know to fly high;
only they have this blessing
and to say that their feeling
dies with the fall
is but to call them small-
which they are not;
a heart risen to love's height
may suddenly have occasion to break
but it blithely beats on
in the quiet of its rapturing soul;
Every thing that goes up
is destined to get down;
Life is on the earth
Death is somewhere high on the berth;
some may fall short of distance
while others may be driven to a free fall
but they never fail to feel and live
but give new life to existence!

[MattG]

Hello

I really like this poem, great sentiment and very well executed. Kudos!

[Kawthar K.]

Hey, I like this.
It's exuberant with life somehow;)
And great choice with words, very well used.
Overall, it is very well portrayed!
*thumbs up*

[Shadow Poet]

This poem was planted well with its roots into the ground of poetic grace. As firm as the mind that conjured it up.