Michael J. Falotico Poet Couplet

Where I Am

We played in sandcastles made from falling mistakes...
The water washed away all my sins it could take...
Precious tears that dried before the pain went away...
Now only floating among what never really fades...
Paper clipped to my soul like a reminder that makes an imprint...
I close my eyes to a darkness that was only a hint...
And drift away down a stream to land where I belong...
And scribe tales of love and loss in my own song...

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Dinda Minardi April 30, 2012 at 9:15 AM I love how you ended this poem, Michael. A very thoughtful and full of mystery write :)

Elizabeth Wesley April 29, 2012 at 5:53 PM So wonderful our sins can be washed away, certainly would be a heavy burden to carry around. Great poem Michael, hope your book sales are soaring!

Diana Mohammed April 29, 2012 at 5:44 PM Wow!!... It sure touches the innermost parts while reading... Beautiful as usual my dear friend...Love Diana

Kabuteng P.Ink K. April 29, 2012 at 2:36 AM That first line really reeled me in, Michael-- I like how you used that metaphor-- yes sometimes the current may not be too favorable but it leads us to where we are--wonderful ponderings here, Michael-- btw I'm not sure but methinks it needs an extra 'p' in paper-clipped & oh shucks, hope I'm not too late to greet you & Rosanna a wonderful & lovely Happy 15th wedding anniversary! Continue celebrating the love :D hugs to you both! Sorry I am not here much....

David Williams April 28, 2012 at 12:46 PM Michael my friend, cool words dude..David

James Peranteau April 28, 2012 at 11:52 AM Beautiful dear poet ! My mind just flutters with this write Michael ! As you can see, I'm ah peek'n in on ya today ! Have a blessed one....much love, james

Anne-Lise Andresen April 28, 2012 at 8:09 AM Do NOT write poems in the sand on the beach, Michael. I am glad the water dont washed this one away, lovely. - oxox love Anne-Lise

Deborah Burch April 27, 2012 at 10:57 PM O' Michael, Michael...you never cease to amaze me! this is breath-taking...a fav for sure...the only things about love, and loss are the painfull memories that linger, but how wonderful the the healing of forgiveness and poetry/writing....I have got to get an autographed book...Roadtrip! lol big hugs,love~deb

Brenda Victoria Northeast April 27, 2012 at 5:45 PM Very interesting metaphors Michael that adds shapes and textures in different dimensions to your experience, Love and Blessings : )