The falling’s suggestive,
a promise of glitter,
but after what’s festive
you pick up the litter.
The falling is heaven,
a rush of impressions,
you count up till seven
before the confessions.
The falling is flying,
all love ‘till the closure
in anguish and lying,
divorce and foreclosure.
Cause falling is better
than landing it’s said,
when you burned all the letters
and debtors been paid.
The fall of Icarus by Peter Paul Rubens
After the rush to thirty poems in April it’s hard to slow down. This is just a little exercise in rhyme for the open platform at toads.
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May 1, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
It is hard to slow down! Now I have Freefallin’ in my head by Tom Petty!
You put so much grace into the concept of falling. Very good!
Doing it is where excitement lives. When the end comes, there is a rush of emotions–empowering or devastating, depending on the outcome–but it’s while we do on the day that really offers substance. Yes, it is.
I love this!
What is it about the adrenaline rush of falling that causes some people to seek it over and over again, even if past encounters with landing have been devastating.
I agree Rommy although I might be guilty of that once or twice…
Cause falling is better
than landing it’s said… ha ha love that!
I so thought of Icarus before I saw your photo! Great write, Bjorn! Love the enticing rhyme and the vibrant rhythm!