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After the Fall

He fell so early from the image to the grime And lay there, flatly oozing helplessness. Anger, and something left of love combined, Plunged to urge him free, Wiped its hands and set back the idol high, Only slightly out of plumb. The shattering was mine.

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Valsa George

Date: 11/23/2022 6:10:00 PM

Falling can happen. But to get up from the fallen state, one requires the willpower or somebody must help him ! Much conveyed in a few lines. Great poem dear Elizabeth.

Elizabeth Mccann
Date: 11/24/2022 2:18:00 AM

Thank you, Valsa. So kind of you to comment. It's the only way I know whether I'm doing any of this right! Elizabeth

Rico Leffanta

Date: 11/16/2022 10:40:00 AM

Enjoyed! It is a mystery how love can blind one so thoroughly to a loved one's flaws, and quite a shock when revealed! Aloha!

Elizabeth Mccann
Date: 11/16/2022 12:51:00 PM

That's so, Rico. We block out very obvious signs it's too painful to know. Elizabeth;

L Milton Hankins

Date: 11/16/2022 10:20:00 AM

An excellent poem, Elizabeth, which I presume was written out of a frustrating incident in your life. Extremely well-written.

Elizabeth Mccann
Date: 11/16/2022 12:59:00 PM

I do appreciate your comments, Milton. Yes, my father slowly descended throughout my childhood into alcoholism. He was eventually cured only with the harshest means and never totally recovered his brilliant wit and winning aplomb. Elizabeth

Buhagiar Victor

Date: 11/16/2022 7:18:00 AM

So true your advice, many falls but it's best to get up and be a man.

Elizabeth Mccann
Date: 11/16/2022 12:50:00 PM

Thank you, Victor. Yes, and he did get up valiantly, but never completely recovered his confidence and self-esteem. So I was sad. Elizabeth