The Fall Comments

Very good memory mixing the reality of past with dreams to know what is going on in the backround of the poet and his inspiration world..always your poems are on the top..keep writing and blessed...10/10 for this excellent piece of work....Regards

A wonderful write. Yes, that's what life is all about. We fall only to rise. Hard cold ground teaches us a lot of things...to get back on our feet n once again enjoy the softness n warmth. Full of positiveness, this is a very skillfully written piece n reflects your deep insight. A super 10.

I love this! I love the message, one that isn't often represented. Life is hard, but we prefer to look on the bright side and old on to the illusion of softness and warmth. This, I have to add to my favorites! Pure excellence Daniel~

I fell out of bed all the time as a child too....and I had dreams of flitting through the night on a flying carpet...and I was a sleepwalker... I love poems about childhood dreams. There's fear, love of home, and desire to fly past our reality. I liked the line, ...after so many repetitions, everything loses its crisis status... I chose to think that falling out of bed, knocked some sense into your mind so you could write great poetry! :)

The ease with which you correlated your childhood dreams with the reality of life is amusing. We remain casual till our adolescence and then life teaches us some bitter lessons leaving us in dreamland/wonderland where we see ourselves struggling to cope with the situation and then this great fall happens, I can relate to this wisely written poem...Loved it my Wise friend Sir Daniel Brick.100+++

Please treat it as beautiful instead of beautifyl. It has been done inadvertently.

But when I awoke, minutes or hours after the fall, I always climbed back into the bed, in need of that lost softness and warmth for the remainder of the night which treated me with such casual cruelty.... amusing depiction. A beautifyl poem on memory shared. Thanks...10

The narrative gives us a chance to see you in your pre-teen age.It is wonderful narration- - And I like the last stanza- how you climb back into the bed after the fall.- - - - But when I awoke, minutes or hours after the fall, I always climbed back into the bed, in need of that lost softness and warmth for the remainder of the night which treated me with such casual cruelty.

'When I was a preteen, I was prone to rolling off the bed and slamming to the floor.' I want to say 'me, too' You made me laugh for a while