everything ages,
slowly gives in
to dust, decay and gravity.
gravity,
ever pulling us down,
calling for a return to clay,
weighs our soles.
souls,
long to rise
above the clatter and clutter,
clashes and clouds.
clouds,
heavily ladened,
weep themselves wispily dry.
dry as stale breadcrumbs,
battle-worn from entropic war,
gravity brings me to my knees in the rain
and i live again
under grace.
May 02, 2015 @ 18:37:52
I love the “gravity brings me to my knees in the rain and I live again under grace” line
May 02, 2015 @ 22:13:32
Over and over and over. On my knees– a good place to be.
May 03, 2015 @ 03:24:27
Soles–souls. Very clever. I like this one a lot overall, but that lil wordplay makes the piece! 🙂
May 03, 2015 @ 06:14:19
😊 Like that you caught that!
May 05, 2015 @ 06:10:49
So deep…. Nodding in agreement with the wise words here!
All the best to you!, Aquileana 😀
May 05, 2015 @ 08:21:25
Thank you. 😊