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Photo Prompt: Falling....

Photo © Adam Marcinek Photography
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Writing Prompt
Think outside the box.
Write a poem or story (or creative thought) about falling,
but in a new way.
Look at it from a different perspective
and use your own words.
Photo used with permission from Adam Marcinek.


Lorna said...

I've thought and thought
And fought myself
and have not got
too far along.

I sometimes think, “Just let me fall!”
I know I haven't lived it all
But oh, it's time -- just let me fall.

And then I see a branch of leaves
and ask the wind to lift me please
where I can be with leaves like me
and someday.... later.... float me down
and let me rest upon the ground.

glorv1 said...

Oh, that reminds me of a poem I once wrote....

The leaves are falling, falling, falling.

The wind is blowing, blowing, blowing.

I hear you calling, calling, calling.

I miss you my love.(90's)
Have a great weekend Nancy

Manuela said...

All of them are out there,
playing with the wind and the sun...
It's been so long I can't remember how it felt,

WHY? said...

Does the leaf know when it will fall? The day, the minute, the second? Does it anticipate the fall? Or, does the leaf bask in the sunshine and hold onto the branch with every strength it has.

Until the day, the minute, the second it snaps away to float and twirl down gently to meet its fate.

Stephen Dell'Aria said...

The strength of a single strand from a spider's web

James Parker said...


A million times a day,
We see this silent wonder,
It comes without the fireworks,
Or a clap of rolling thunder,

We see it in this leaf,
On its journey to the ground,
From the tree that once embraced it
Its only path leads down.

This mighty unseen force,
Is one we must obey,
There's never room for argument,
Gravity will have its way.

readingsully2 said...

What a great photo. It captures motion without movement.:)

A large red oak leaf
floats slowly down in the breeze
like a dropped feather.

dominique eichi said...

I'm ready to take off I as let myself go and give up control.
I graduate today from being attached to the beauty of discovery into what my mind cannot even think of how I will be changed. I float with only one care. I am loved through and through.


my word verification is "unnest"

Caroline said...

The subtle falling
Letting go of all my fears
I will land softly

Renee said...

Darling maple leaf I am falling for you.

You are red like the leaf on my flag.


Linda S. Socha said...

Stepping lightly
into that leaf form
wrapping arms
around my solar plexis
absorbing leaf orange
for courage
gently floating to the ground
I am there

Tweedles -- that's me... said...

My show is over,
I gave it all I could.
I waited for so long,
and now I am free.
Like a bird
taking its first flight.
It's nature way
to set me free.
To loosen my grip,
and just fall,
to drift.
Let the wind take my hand,
Let me twirl,
let me dance,
and the wind will carry me
to where I have never been.
I am free


Giannis Drakos said...

I am stunned Nancy.Another awesome post from my favourite blog.And a reminder that no matter how many times one falls,there will always be a step, further, to go:rise up.

A Cuban In London said...

'The Delicate Art of Falling Whilst in Focus'

Greetings from London.

Jane said...

I was coasting through the air. Although the descent was gradual like a spring breeze and I felt content, I knew that eventually I would reach the ground. I did not know where I was or where I was going. The wind picked up. I zigzagged through trees until I saw a huge lake. The wind became colder. I started floating above the water and I wanted the wind to pick up more even though it was cold. But the wind stopped and I landed on the water. Much to my surprise, I was able to float and did not sink.

Steck's Blog said...


We spell the
lose our legs
in bets.

We forget
to stand
fall onto
hardwood floors.


Our faces
with dust
as we
for limbs


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