Gravity

A down to earth poem

                         I watched a tiny tear of rain

                 on a spotted windowpane

                 collect the light 

                 from grey to white

                 until the weight of waterload

                 made the bubbled globe explode,

                 then stream the juice

                 straight down the glass,

                 collecting fellows as it passed.

                 I wondered at the part of chance

                 in this unregimented dance

                 and how the only constancy

                 was top to bottom gravity.

                 No matter how a man or tree grows tall,

                 like tears of rain they all will fall.

                   

Author's Note

This is very much experimental.....and probably incomplete.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

It's a true pleasure reading your work. I've always felt you were an extraordinary poet!


Kelly

[Ed Hart]

this is just wonderful Pete...i mean top of the top...skillfully drawn, and a smile of appreciation on every line...ed

[jacob erin-cilberto]

man is incomplete, i think...but no matter how tall we grow, we will fall....something to be said for humility.

i am so glad to see you again, Pete, and to read your work.
this piece has such constancy in its perfect theme...