Down is the direction of defeat,
though down my feet are pulled.
There may be inclination to rise,
and given sufficient traction
the treachery of this traverse
need not be as slippery a slope.

When propulsion is proportional
to weakness in the anchors grip,
motivation can exceed forces
that hold things stationary.

Roll and rocket, climb and plateau,
laze or launch; preferentially pursue
that which stabilizes and unifies.

The ultimate culminating force,
it brings together triceratops and trees,
deserts and seas. Yes, I accept Gravity.
It's a tether of connection with leash
to explore, while limiting risk
of floating aimlessly adrift.

Hi Techno, didn't know Gravity can inspire poetry.


timeless lines, quite enjoyable.


this Lady likes the feelings

Thanks for your feedback, Palghat.

Looks like that gal has the strength to resist gravity.

I accept gravity too, techno.
(good thing I am a small-breasted woman otherwise might have knee problems )

I love your spirit, Rosie. Your comment made me chuckle, thanks.

(using a line of yours to write a haiku. Ok with you?)

I won't slip today
Given sufficient traction
Sparrows spill birdseed

It's gratifying that some of what I wrote inspired you to write.