Rises and Falls

Posted on October 10, 2018 by purplepeninportland

Written for:  The Twiglets #97 – “rise and fall”

rose up too quickly
down-quilted in a deep sleep
fell off bed

 

Look at that soufflé rise!
Watch that soufflé f
                                   a
                                    l
                                     l

 

a golden sunrise
on a russet Autumn day
is a promise.

 

Her rise to fame
blasted off
like a rocket. Her
fall from drugs aborted
her dreams.

 

There once was a woman from Maine
who did not trust the rise of a plane
seemed to her it would fall
like a deflated beach ball.
She took train which derailed.  Now she sits home with a cane.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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8 Responses to Rises and Falls

  1. whimsygizmo says:
    October 10, 2018 at 12:15 am

    This is simply breathtaking:
    “a golden sunrise
    on a russet Autumn day
    is a promise.”

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  2. Misky says:
    October 10, 2018 at 10:59 am

    The first one gave me a much needed laugh. Thanks.

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  3. Jules says:
    October 10, 2018 at 11:57 am

    Like the visual fa l l …
    And the Limerick – I just visited family first leg had a stop and switch, at least the return was non- stop.

    Alan Shepard said; “Any landing you can walk away from is a good landing.”
    My hubby added; “being able to reuse the plane is great.”

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  4. Janice says:
    October 11, 2018 at 12:44 pm

    A sad irony and truth in the last poem…

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