Too late I decided to go after you
along the path where sparrows fell
from a sky too weak to hold them
You had already gathered up their bodies as you went
and there was nothing left for me to carry
So I walked on empty-handed under a rolling sky
waiting for the rain that built this place to fall
to ask the drops if they had known your touch
when they poured out from broken heights to meet you there
if you had sent them away
a monsoon in retrospect cascading up into the sky
or if you gave in, let them soak into you
and sweep you away to a place no one would ever find
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Don’t forget to set your clocks forward! Hope everyone’s weekend is going well.
– Mitch
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6 responses to “Where Sparrows Fell”
Your poems are so beautiful and unique. Love this metaphor for separation.
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Thanks so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Cheers (:
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You touched my soul
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(: Thank you for saying that
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Beautiful and mesmerizing! 🔥🙏
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Your poetry has Wordsworthain touch to it,
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