Not Falter

23 Sep


Not Falter


He can sense her in every footstep.

Every cracked, grey paving slab,

Every rust-red, crumbling brick,

Every light-filled, laughing window,

Every mocking, welcoming sign.


He will not bend.

He will not falter.


He can see her in every stranger.

Every passing, dark hunched shadow,

Every bare-legged, smiling girl.

Every wide-eyed, staring child.

Every joyful, oblivious lover.


He will not bend.

He will not falter.


He can feel her in every heartbeat.

Every rapid, strained, urgent breath

Every drum-tight, bursting sinew

Every white-knuckle, clenching fist

Every streaming hot angry tear.


He must not bend.

He must not falter.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo by Roxess

I wrote this in a a spare hour a week or so ago at the request of someone pulling together an anthology under the overall title of ‘Struggle’. It is a rough and ready poem, but it captures a moment in my life.


Posted by on September 23, 2013 in Poetry, Still Life


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15 responses to “Not Falter

  1. carolinejuliette

    September 23, 2013 at 8:18 pm

    Powerful words…


  2. JoanneBest

    September 23, 2013 at 8:21 pm

    beautifully haunting, just like her


  3. b.l. ronan

    September 23, 2013 at 10:21 pm

    I love the duality of this piece. That the struggle is up to interpretation. the missing. the pain of remembering. or perhaps the profound loss.

    as always power in purposefully penned words.


  4. lostgenny

    September 24, 2013 at 12:16 am

    Beautiful and sad. Leaves me with the overwhelming urge to hug someone tight…


  5. vishalbheeroo

    September 24, 2013 at 3:11 am

    amazingly beautiful stanza of love. You make me want to fall in love:)


  6. Chrissy

    September 25, 2013 at 7:49 pm



  7. elfarinarosz

    September 25, 2013 at 9:07 pm

    powerful piece



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