Fallen Posted byTricia SankeyOctober 7, 2020October 7, 2020Posted inUncategorizedTags:poem A little rewrite for Twitter of my longer piece featured here Still one of my favorites! Like a white owl I stared down at the rocks, eyes solemn and wise. Diamonds that shimmered, littered the ground, with you down below, and me leaning here.If I cry and make no sound, don't be fooled. Collect all my pieces, wherever they be. Breathe life into me. #moonmystic pic.twitter.com/2RTXNvcgQM— Tricia (@triciasankey) October 7, 2020 Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrMoreLinkedInEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Tricia Sankey Plays with words in her free time. View more posts
2 thoughts on “Fallen”
Love the photo of Multnomah Falls. You question of crying reminds me of the question about the tree falling in the forest and not one there to hear… does it still make a sound?
Now I feel bad for those trees, like they are silently crying, with no sounds, and that somehow makes the tragedy of their fall so much worse. Hmm. I will probably write a tree poem later, haha!