Counterpoint

fallen leaves

 

There’s nothing remarkable

about giving Gravity

his way, nothing noteworthy

about this free-fall; no great

burden of excellence hangs

about the necks of the damned

as they rot in earthen graves.

.

Falling is too natural

to draw comments from the stands,

stumbling too easy to raise

an eyebrow or stir surprise.

. 

So when she rose from the dead,

walked away from the compost

in her burnt orange platform

heels, she really stepped it up.

Intervene

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Should all the world be monkey-do

And turn a royal purple hue,

Don’t let the voting colour you,

If you have heart of green;

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Head and shoulders through your shroud,

Now rise above the madding crowd,

Dare to live, and live out loud,

 With courage, intervene.