I. Fallacy

—Where the Verb Fell—



Forgive me, honey; I was beguiled
by love’s high masque, and thought my soul might rise;
yet “falling” was the word that fate compiled
beneath the honey’d treason of thine eyes.

I fell—and with me fell the sovereign mind
that once could bridle blood and master fate;
my wisdom, armed against all humankind,
lay disarray’d and supplicant at thy gate.

The sages cried, “Hold horses!”—yet I rushed
where angels pause, and heard my reason’s knell;
love, which should crown me, left my spirit crushed,
and made a velvet vacancy of hell.

So let the phrase stand: I fell in love—and fell;
no gain ascended from that fall but hell.

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Alison A Smith

September 4, 2026 at 6:00 PM

A compelling Shakespearean-style sonnet that turns the familiar phrase “falling in love” into its central tragic logic. The elevated diction, recurring fall imagery, and firm closing couplet give the poem an admirably unified, almost judicial inevitability—love does not uplift here, but becomes a beautifully phrased descent into “a velvet vacancy of hell.”

MOHIT MITRA

September 4, 2026 at 11:00 PM

Cherished Alison, 🌸 I remain ever indebted to thee for thy thoughtful, empathetic visits unto my humble verses. ’Tis a rare grace when one doth not merely read, but breathe upon a poem and render it life; and thy sincere readings, with their discerning gifts of insight, are treasures I shall ever value. 🙌 That thou hast so keenly apprehended "Fallacy"—its descent, its velvet vacancy, its tragic little logic of love—doth hearten the poet more than these poor lines can speak. And, perchance, thou shalt be pleased to know: the sequel to 'Fallacy" is already in the making. The descent hath yet another chamber to unveil. ✍️ Mayst thou remain ever blest, ever so cherished Alison, and may thy gracious eye long continue to breathe life into the verses it so generously visits. ✨ Soulful gratitude! 🕊️

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