Between falling and standing, an existence on a string,
Blithe sways to either side, sprightly moves but frightening.
Behind the slightest blow of wind that tips the frail weight aside
Badgering the steadiness of its Tranquility inside
Barely keeping the center point immobile to simply hold
Bearable loads in equal state of gravity's pulling fold
Balance finds a saving grace in its silence in the cold.
All Rights Reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~~03.21.14
*Pleiades form-This poem has a title with a single word. The poem itself has seven lines. The first word in each line begins with the same letter as the title.
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