by Rania Moallem   Jan 5, 2015

A natural fluctuation
in the air;
I rise-I fall,
like mad.

Eagerly waiting for
a flash-freeze storm,
to wreck the barometer.

I am, to be measured
no more.

by: Rania Moallem


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  • 4 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    I cant stay away for this one either.....it......makes.....me Siiiiiiggggghhhh

  • 4 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Awesome brevity, your voice stands out here and I especially like how sharp the title is, and how I feel you wanting to embrace life in this piece, no matter the consequences, no matter the precautions. You are bold, fierce and ready to go out and live and not be measured as you wrote.

    Small suggestion for the third line? Maybe put punctuation after "I rise", whether a comma or dash because the pause seems to be implied.

    I really like how you separate the last line and put the comma after "I am" and it shows how distinct an individual you are. That no one can judge or think they know what you're made of anymore.

    Glad you shared this!

  • 4 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    When I saw the title on this one i was like ooooooooo and when i read it i was like aaaahhhhhh and then i sat her like hmmmmm....

    Ill Admit not the most constructive comment ever lol BUT Nananom, I will say this, you have a way of crafting the most thought provoking and wonderful poems, whatever the subject.

    Awesome write as always my friend ;)