Michael J. Falotico Poet Couplet

To Fall Or Not

Not sure if I'm climbing to get to the top...
                                           Or if there even is a place for me to stop...

                                                Maybe I'm just running from a fall...
                                       Or I can stay in the middle just to watch you all...

                                         My fingers are red and my grip may slip free...
                                                If I drop, I'll pass all those before me...

                                              To lay under the sun may not seem real...
                                                But under the rain is where I can feel...

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Anne-Lise Andresen December 4, 2011 at 11:03 AM I like "To Fall or Not" +++++ YOU are good!!!! OXOX Anne-Lise

M.I.A . November 28, 2011 at 7:41 PM wow! the same time you shown despair, you give hope. simply wonderful

Joe Maverick November 26, 2011 at 12:43 AM I see you have got lost in the poetry:) good to read your words today Michael..!

Robert A. Dufresne November 25, 2011 at 6:09 AM just gotta love this thought provoking couplet of yours Michael. Situations that we all go through in one form or another....just many don't take the time to think of it as you are in your stating of it in this purposeful choreography of words. Well done. I sometimes think in the complexities and pseudo values of today's world, if one's grip does slip free and we fall ... after and because of experiencing so much rain... we could fall to where the top really is... great poem Michael

Andrea Dietrich November 24, 2011 at 11:19 AM I love this, Michael. Happy thanksgiving to you this day. LUv, Andrea

Kelli Egloff-Metzgar November 23, 2011 at 4:48 PM I really like this...I have often felt the same. Thank u for all the comments...they make me believe in my writing again. - Kelli

Elizabeth Wesley November 23, 2011 at 8:33 AM Your verse helps me to feel all the sensations that keep me on the edge and yes, the feeling of rain on my face is wonderful.! Luv, Lizzie

Bl Devnath November 23, 2011 at 7:24 AM Wow! thanks for sharing at first. You are keeping nice, bl

Gwendolen Song November 22, 2011 at 5:30 PM I am standing under a medium powered waterfall now...experiencing all that this poem has to offer. Wonderful expressions....the last line is a slam dunker!! Gwendolen

Dinda Minardi November 22, 2011 at 8:12 AM It leaves me message to ponder.. Could be about taking chances, or maybe lesson to learn... Love it though :)

Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 21, 2011 at 4:25 PM lovely words Michael luv.. and so creatively crafted .. I get lost in each line .. soothing balm from my wounds of yesterdays GMEM fiasco loss.. oh.. if I had Eli in my hands.... ,my hand is doing better but am in a steel plated cast to repair nerve damage and possible carpel tunnel too.. J.G. in challenge mode.. not sujpposed to be typing luv..but am sneaking in here ..is Ron looking????xoxoxo

Carolyn Devonshire November 21, 2011 at 12:55 PM Perhaps it's the gentle patter of rain that offers so much comfort, Michael. It seems we spend a lot of time both "climbing...to the top" or waiting to fall. Very interesting and eloquent write, Michael. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours! Love and blessings, Carolyn

Mathias Yakubu November 21, 2011 at 11:33 AM A choice to make.. But i beckon we should choose not to fall and rather be a trail blazer...keep it up. I enjoy your lines. Mathy

Tim B November 21, 2011 at 10:13 AM Always keep climbing my friend. I love the introspection here though, the poem really makes me feel the struggle inside to make that decision. You inspired me to write a couplet today, not my usual poetical form. Thanks for that :)

Tony Lane November 21, 2011 at 9:36 AM Hold on. Find your place. Be happy. Tony

Sarah Seraphin November 21, 2011 at 9:28 AM * "Makes Myself Consider A Horse Called, War Admiral * Always Anxious to Depart From The Starting Gate * Soon Thereafter, Leaving Everyone Amid The Wake of His Dust * I Love This Profound Depth & Passion Which I Often Find Within Your Beautiful Poetry Dear Precious Michael * Tis Very Beautiful * Luv Always * Sarah." *