Alchemical tears rust ulcer green moss.
Lost in thought, her mind
wanders to a younger day, when she
expertly walked the tightrope over joy and
pain, a misstep here and there, but
never completely losing herself in that
cauldron of self-awareness bubbling
Pain – it was not feared then, but
admired, on the weathered faces of
the elders, noting their wisdom and
grace, the simple way they brushed
her hair from her face, and kissed
her forehead, assuring her with their own
worry that there was none for her
But now she wonders where that
elder-wisdom has gone, and will it ever
find her, or if it’s even hers to long for,
the kiss of peace long ago washed from
her furrowed brow.
When did she stop trusting herself?
Was it the first time she rolled over in her
lover’s bed only to find he wasn’t there?
When she felt the sharp sensation of betrayal
from one she considered a friend?
When the sting of loss pierced her heart so
deeply she thought she would drown in the tears
she never cried?
In the stillness that is left she listens,
listens for anything that will convince her
she’s alive, and in that empty place, darkness
reverberates like a thousand universes swirling
around their suns, like the hum of angel wings,
like the breath of creation in her ears
Like all those who came before her
Like all who will ever come
The sound of no sound
bringing life, bringing light
resting in the goodness that rests
inside the stillness of her mind,
where she is whole
Tears pool, brim and flow onto hands that grasped liquid sweet moments.
Memories frozen into brilliant waterfall within.
Towards my soul’s canyon, your light pours in, revealing precious faces, kind eyes, little hands briefly held.
Traveling through childhood’s mist, middle life forest to foggy old age to reveal a distant eternal land.
With tears. Just seventy years?
In your tear-filled rage
of not deserving,
time and space
collide with the moon
in your heart,
draw you to the edge,
to cast your sorrows,
into the Unknown,
nothing more than
echoes of tomorrows past
Tears streaming down her face,
Her hands over her ears because the sound was too loud
Flinging herself on the bed
still cringing in disbelief
She can’t take it anymore
She’s tired of hearing people say,
You might as well take a whole bottle of pills and kill yourself,
Your ungrateful like your mammy,
Look at me when I am talking to you
She is drowning
and everybody that she trusted turned out to be the wrong people
She’s hurt that words can’t describe the feelings in her chest that seems stuck.
Why did she even come home
If she knew this was a continuation
of where she left off at
she would have just stayed
and it wouldn’t have been about a bottle of pills
but someone’s hand of rage
that could have ended it all.
p a i n f u l
i hold so near
the echo of
e a c h
and my searing
m e l a n c h o l y
a sad way to
y o u ?
We only hurt the ones we love
Why we don’t need a reason
Gonna get all that you deserve
And all that you believe in
Albums from my shelf stare at me-
Don’t take them down, my heart screams.
My hand reaches up, my soul wanting to see
the sweet face of my baby, the glimmer of the tree.
Presents piled high-touching the limbs.
Pictures of lots of kids, lots of different trees.
The tears I knew would come, fall down my cheek,
In a quiet house, my oldest ones all grown,
Families of their own, their houses now with those
glimmering trees, those piles of presents.
And my baby, the baby from those days, gone.
I visit his grave, decorate it like a table in the den.
I cry there, with his younger brother with me.
Not even born when those pictures were made.
I made the cookies, wrapped a few gifts, got cards.
I went on the church outing, held my tears, my breath.
Christmas, it was so wonderful, hope, peace, love.
I knew better than to believe it would last for me.
I need to get a new album, this one is falling apart.
Like my life did. Tears fall as I replace it on the shelf.
I kneel upon blades of grass that are crisp and cold upon my skin
I wrap my arms around me tight & quiver against the wind
I lift my head to the dark sky above & shut my eyes tightly
And draw in a breath which makes my body shiver slightly
The rain starts to fall & hits upon my cheek
I wipe the drops of cold & wet away
My brow rubbed with back of hand
I bend my head to pray
I know that you aren’t with me
But I see you in my dreams
I beseech that you are peaceful
But my life is not as it seems
You think after so long,that I am happy?
How can you possibly understand
You are the one who enriched my life
Why can’t I hear your laughter or gently take your hand
I long to hear your voice once more
Or to share your laugh & smile
I want to share these tears that fall
To say me living is worthwhile
I shall visit & lay fresh flowers down
And shall talk & tell you of my day
And wish that you could answer me
I must pretend I can, let me have my way
So for now I lay fresh flowers down
And reverie of what would have been
And caress & tend your grave each day
Inhale deep, with eyes shut tight & dream
But wait I can see your beautiful smile I hear you speak my name
I feel the ring you place upon my finger, a simple band of gold
To have & to hold from this day forward our love was ours to claim
To wed & live together young & then to die together old
But for now I lay fresh flowers down
Transparent teardrop that trickles down thy cheek
followed by another, if you could
what would you speak?
Transparent teardrop trickles down thy face
followed by another its path
it tries to trace
Could you tell me why you fall
upon skin so young and fair?
droplets of silent emotion
is there too much pain to bear?
Or perhaps that it is laughter
that brings you upon fair cheek
laughter welled from inside
it is from happiness you peek?
We can look upon the face for signs
as to the reason you have come
so transparent teardrop
are you here from a smile or a frown?
We cannot read you, we only see you flow
are you here from pain or joy
the answer we do not know
Spilled tears, never coming back-
Forget them, they will only hurt.
They are gone, rolling down your cheeks-
some of them evaporating in the process,
others falling down somewhere to oblivion
becoming the past.
Forget them, they will only hurt.
There is nothing one can do now
The seeds are now sown
The plants are grown
There is nothing one can do now.
Whether they were spoilt
or a little unyielding from the very start
The seeds are now sown.
Now the development has taken place
the result is in front of the eyes, see
the plants are grown.
Stop shedding these tears
You have to accept what has happened
There is nothing one can do now.
I will try to do better next time. Well, if you want to try it- here are the rules-
In cascade poems, the lines from the first stanza becomes the final lines of each stanza afterward.
For e.g.- The first line of the first stanza of this poem, I wrote, is the last line of the second stanza. The second line of the first stanza is the last line of the third stanza and the third line of the first stanza is the last line of the fourth stanza.
I know you’re unhappy. I see your sad
face and wish there was something I could do
to lift your mood and show the world’s not bad
that in time all will be well, even you.
You’ve dug yourself an even bigger hole
and from its depths you can’t see any light.
I know you no longer have any goal
No energy, no hope and no more fight.
I feel your pain and taste your growing fears
that this is all there’s left for you right now,
that even as I mop your tidal tears
you’re planning how to leave with one last bow.
I pray that you will just stay by my side
till pain recedes and you no longer hide.
“my heart grieves” she says
and i ask
“why does your heart grieve?”
“because i know that the love
we used to share has died…it seems
all that’s left in its place is the memory
of how it used to be…a memory
of how it used to feel…”
and the only answer i could
give her was my silence
and a guilty stare into the space
past her…but then i took her hand in mine
and felt her fingers in between
the spaces of my own…it didn’t feel the same…
and i said
“indeed…the love we once shared
has died…buried beneath
painful memories and broken promises…”
she looked at me and i looked away
to hide the tears…and the silence
that followed became our last “goodbye”…
Foolish tears, now falling down
Get back up in there! Hold your ground!
I hate to feel you on my cheek
You make me feel so dumb and weak!
I cannot stand to cry you, tears
I’ve hated you for many years
My face is wet, and nose does run
I tell the truth…you are no fun!
Yet I must face you once again
You force yourself here now and then
So hurry up and have your way
But quickly now…then go away!