Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Ground, a poem


Life is a balancing act,
a tightrope walk, where each
of us must fall off
in the end. How far
is it to the ground?

Stephen Brooke ©2014

A little poem-thought that sat in my notes as an unsatisfactory cinquain for a while. I don't know if this is that much more satisfactory but at least it is finished.

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