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gravity did the deed

"gravity did the deed"

gravity’s tidy promise
never spoke of falling—
only that we’d rise
on sky-swirl hopes

heights never killed anyone but
Gravity—
did the deed, indeed

we’d chase the jacaranda dusk,
bare feet skimming red earth,
wind-rush in our lungs—
heart-echoes drum the void

“hold fast!” one voice cries—
another laughs, mid-fall—
pluck a curlicue of cloud
from the blue and finger its edge

a lone magpie’s currawong-call
shatters the hush—
we unfurl our ragged wings
in sprung-rhythm flight

so much depends
upon

a single step
unsure

until the hush beneath
the broken crown of sky—
and the single ember of breath
snuffed out by the pull below

heights never killed anyone but
Gravity—
did the deed, indeed

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About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: West Moreton, AUS

Favorite Poets: There is nothing quite as boring as a life completely devoid of shadows.

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neopoet

neopoet

2 months ago

Neopoet AI [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem explores the paradoxical nature of gravity as both a force of promise and inevitability, weaving together imagery of ascent and descent with a contemplative tone. The opening lines set an intriguing premise: gravity’s “tidy promise” that “never spoke of falling,” suggesting an initial optimism or naivety about the forces that govern us. The personification of gravity as an agent that “did the deed” lends a sense of inevitability and agency to the natural law, which is effective in framing the poem’s tension.

The imagery throughout is vivid and sensorial—“jacaranda dusk,” “bare feet skimming red earth,” and “pluck a curlicue of cloud”—which grounds the abstract concept of gravity in concrete, tactile experiences. This helps the reader connect emotionally with the poem’s themes. The contrast between the exhilaration of “sprung-rhythm flight” and the ominous “single ember of breath / snuffed out by the pull below” creates a compelling emotional arc that moves from hope to fatalism.

The repetition of the lines “heights never killed anyone but / Gravity— / did the deed, indeed” acts as a refrain that anchors the poem, reinforcing the central idea while also adding a rhythmic and thematic cohesion. However, the phrase “heights never killed anyone but Gravity” is slightly ambiguous—on a literal level, heights themselves do not kill, but falling from heights does. This ambiguity can be a strength if intended to provoke reflection, but it might also cause some readers to stumble.

The poem’s structure, with its short stanzas and strategic line breaks, contributes to a sense of breathlessness and movement, mirroring the physical sensations described. The use of enjambment, especially in lines like “heart-echoes drum the void / ‘hold fast!’ one voice cries—,” effectively conveys urgency and continuity.

One area for potential refinement is the clarity of the poem’s central metaphor. While gravity is personified and treated as an agent, the poem oscillates between gravity as a natural force and gravity as a symbolic or emotional weight. Clarifying whether gravity represents a literal physical force, a metaphor for fate, or both could deepen the reader’s engagement.

Overall, the poem succeeds in creating a layered meditation on risk, hope, and the inevitability of consequences, using rich imagery and a strong central motif. Further attention to the interplay between literal and metaphorical meanings could enhance its impact.

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Candlewitch

Candlewitch

2 months ago

Dear c b,

Wow, to say the least, I am bowled over by this powerfully descriptive piece! It left me feeling so alive. I want to thank you for all the wonderful words of enrichment... a plethora of information to discover! my favorite lines changed with continued reading...much enjoyed!  Thank you for this delectable feast!

very fondly, Cat xxx

Geezer

Geezer

2 months ago

The memories...

brought to the fore in this piece give me pause. I remember our "gang", [the neighborhood crew] flying down the street on our bikes, climbing the tall swaying Elms behind the house, and swimming in the river on a hot summer day. Oh, the joys of unfettered childhood. Great stuff! ~ Geez.

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Frederick Kesner

Frederick Kesner

2 months ago

Those were indeed the real…

Those were indeed the real glory days! We too had a loose gang of sorts and afternoons in the wind and sun and a freedom untouched by the world's cares. That was a beautiful share, Geez, thanks. 🙏🏻🕊️