The fresh tear, heavy with meaning and purpose
Travels southbound upon my warm skin.
Full of reason and pain, I watch
Distracted by it's beauty
Questioning its lifespan as I do the life in my love
First it rushes with gusto, confidence
Only to slow eventually at an undefined moment
For no real reason, with no apparent explanation
(as in my love) It petered to a dribble
And unaware of it's poignance
It died......
The poem reminds of a tear. Really nice one here Karen! Beautiful. S.
A beautiful and emotional poem with feelings that seem to tighten the throat in an agonising grip.
Teardrops are to be treasured as is this poem depicting your emotion and your broken heart for without teardrops how would we release the pain, that awful, aching, pain.
very moving poem! The way you describe the tear and its path...just wow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem. Very moving.