She jumped, but the air didn’t care,
and the clouds never reached down,
just sighed, and looked away. And she
tumbled, arms flailing, hair wound
across her motionless face. But
the ground didn’t care, so it never
flinched when she hit, or cried out in
sorry, or caught her less broken.
The ground ignored her fall, her splayed
limbs and all the cracks that bled invisible.
Time didn’t care that she was frozen,
so she became the fall. No one noticed.
Talking to the Clouds 
i know this piece quite intimately. beautifully written, sad and truthful in many ways.
This is beautiful and poignant ….I love the way the elements, all that was left to connect with her, turned away and didn’t care…utterly alone she fell
Beautiful poem, but so sad. I like it very much.
Affecting, and beautifully expressed
you make sadness so beautiful
“… she became the fall..” is such a powerful line for me, well written, very intense … and a great photo to go with it.
my second favourite 🙂
You describe despair with such eloquence. Creation may be blind, but the Creator sees even a little sparrow fall.
Blessings ~ Wendy
When I want to read good poetry I come here.
Lovely and terrible all at once.. There are always stark incisive images in your poetry.
Such a beautifully haunting photograph. Beautiful poem to go with it. “caught her less broken” is a wonderful line.
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Hauntingly beautiful… from the image to the words.. a horrid act made somehow beautiful.
wow
You do make sadness so beautiful. I agree.
To put words to pain like that is a masterpiece in your craft!
Perfect. Can’t wait to read more!
XOXO