My tears,
they are for you, they are for him;
a stream whose tributaries
run alongside my heart,
skip and laugh,
in another world;
Your tears,
they are for you, they are for him;
your heart the dam,
your mind,
the finger in it’s gaping hole
threatens to flood your very soul;
His tears,
they are for you,
like drops that fall upon
a wilted rose
until the sun dries each petal;
and though winter’s bitter winds
will steal one by one,
Spring will have the final words,
he loved you
and from that love,
a tiny seed
grows in sorrow’s bulging womb;
It’s child,
cries out at first,
tears for you,
tears for him;
that you might embrace
what God has formed
clay in the fire,
to suck at your breast;
Not soon, I tell the truth,
but one day like a bottled message
tossed about on white capped knees
of the most violent storm;
Remember this
for the day you will sit beside
another on their own bitter shores and read,
words that traveled through stormy sea
but unlike your tears,
their words run not;
because they are for them
because of him.
Author notes
option #4
A contest entry
- Imagery is where it's at... by Sincerely.
525 points, ended September 7, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Thank you Auntie, its lovely. Rudy would be proud of such beautiful words. I miss him every day and take comfort in the fact that he's with God in peace, and also that I now have the most amazing guardian angel. Still though, I really miss his smile...
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Beautiful imagery. Great place to take the option. Your imagination and vision shines.
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Great Imagery!
Excellent imagery! I especially liked,"a stream whose tributaries run alongside my heart!" It seems a though the thought becomes a bit scattered towards the middle of the poem. I can feel along with you in some of the lines. I can see what you are seeing. Maybe re-think a bit on the thought you are trying to get through to the reader during the middle.Thanks for the opportunity to read and respond to this piece. Return the favor? Keep on writing! -
Such vivid descriptive detail and imagery immediately hooks the reader and the pain of this is raw and open. Particularly like the lines 'but one day like a bottled message/tossed about on white capped knees..' such evocative description here. I really liked the sentiment behind this and the way you expressed the feelings of the poetic voice towards its subject matter. Occasional typo regarding apostrophe use but that by no means detracts from the impact this creates. Good luck in your contest. Thanks for sharing.
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