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Thank you. I seem to feel fierce and scathing all the time these days!

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I sometimes think we have collectively lost our minds.

Thanks, David. I'm sinking more and more into a loathing of society.

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Why is it that the truth these days is always so grim?

I like the ebb and flow effect.

Many thanks @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk for today's #PoemsAbout prompt #Gravity. Here's something quiet and reflective. Will read and respond to other offerings from the #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets later

I'm seeing the film! Very visual 💙

Poem: Relativity Professor Einstein strolls through Princeton, the breeze lifts his frizzy white lion mane, and his eyes take in the lemon beauty of daffodils, how they whisper, heads close, tete a tete– the way he had done with Mileva, Elsa, Marie. . . He pictures his young self, the one who never ages, gazing at daffodils in Zurich and Berlin, his wives and lovers scattered like flower petals across nations, the relativity of love, the gravity of life the weight of it, the energy of its passing, the constant inconstancy, existence. He is old, his annus mirabilis so long ago, though the incandescence of it saved him when so many others were burnt to ashes, he was a star. He knows time is not absolute, now he feels it calling, the universe within his brain ready for the super nova.

Good morning! For #PoemsAbout #Gravity. Thank you as always to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk I hate to post and run, but a busy weekend. I will catch up with reading later.

I like this!

Orange box with black shading and a poem in black letters: above ground the ground is cracked and desert dry or lush with grass green as jealousy or all the other grounds there are – I no longer know them with my feet since gravity stopped working one day of overwhelm – and now I hover with no anchoring with no saying whether I am happier here

Just bloody love #PoemsABout Fridays! Great inspiration with the #Gravity prompt. Thanks as ever to @thebrokenspine.co.uk and @alanparrywriter.co.uk
And happy Friday/weekend poets! 💜

Clever!

Short free verse poem about the gravity pull of love, especially over time.

For #PoemsAbout #Gravity

With much thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

They look so like hummingbird moths. I get them confused!

Yes, looking for thrills and notoriety. Each day for wild animals is dicing with death out of necessity.

A poem for #PoemsAbout #Gravity
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Your kestrels and ours don't look the same, but they probably have the same hunting pattern. I think they're the only birds that can hover in one place, beating their wings so as not to drop out of the sky. It's an impressive act!

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So true!

Thanks! I might consider a break if I wrote another line to show the hover. As it is, there isn't really that pause before the stoop. I should have added that really. I was trying to keep it short. Ended up too short.

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Thanks Dean 💙 Life for raptors is the thrill of free fall and death. It appeals to some primal emotion in us, I think.

Thank you 💙 It got me out of the distant past for a short while.

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Thank you! We do tend to hold our breath when we're watching that display.

Thank you 💙 I love watching kestrels. The way they just hang there, barely fluttering their wings, then drop. Such control!

Thank you!