Falling To Pieces

A crumb fell away from her
and landed on the floor.
When she stooped to pick it up,
it was followed by many more.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Johnson Avatar
December 19, 2014 at 10:22 PM
She's such a little piggish one. She's making such a mess. A broken heart when she is done. She just can't handle stress. The mirror of lies just testifies that she has lost it all. That's when she tries and then comply's to answer the last call. Don't read too much into this Michelle. I just love to rhyme. :) Peace. :) Merry Christmas!
Mac Donald Avatar
December 20, 2014 at 6:49 AM
A broken heart, Robert? More be like a two year old's temper tantrum. Cute when it's a child, but not so fun with grown ups; it turns to manipulation and control. I'll pass. :)
Austin Avatar
April 13, 2013 at 11:49 AM
This would make a nice Mother Goose rhyme. Of course with Mother Goose there is usually some dark meaning. Is there a dark meaning here, Mikki? Love, Old Mysterious Daver
A   Avatar
December 8, 2012 at 10:39 PM
oh,,,,,, this image is deep.... always~pd
Dietrich Avatar
November 24, 2012 at 9:02 AM
oh my , I found a really GOOD one that I had not yet seen. YAYYYY. I really like this a lot. It's kind of profound!! On the cat, I really hope my hubbie will not mind looking for a new one. I just can't see us ever being able to afford new carpet and in the meantime, I am dying for a little pet!!
Bordner Avatar
September 25, 2012 at 2:22 PM
An effective chronicle exhibiting life's humor of adding pain to good intentions - the wonders of Murphy's Law - J.A.B. %
Austin Avatar
July 27, 2012 at 12:49 PM
I heard that when she stooped to pick it up a mouse got there instead and, seeing it, she screamed a mighty blast in screeching mortal dread. OOOOWWWW! I hate them meeses to pieces! Love, David Austinfellow. Actually, I have seen this before and loved it to pieces.
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace