Disproportion Poem by Lora Colon

Disproportion

Rating: 5.0


I run out of patience, I run out of time,
Life's clock tells me I'm running out of years;
When my mind's weary,I run out of rhyme,
Why is it I never run out of tears?

Friday, March 29, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Feldman 29 March 2019

Excellent Question! May I try to answer it from a poet's point of view? We don't run out of tears Because, poets always deeply feel, All that painful love and life Can from, a person steal. A most charming, eloquent and lovely poem you have written! Memorable too. But just in case, to my poem's list, directly it will go.

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Lora Colon 30 March 2019

I welcome your delightful response to my poem. They complement each other. Thank you!

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Kumarmani Mahakul 29 March 2019

Due to sadness you run out of patience, you run out of time. This provokes thought. Life's clock tells better about running. But sadness never runs out from fear. This poem is an excellent poem.10

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Missouri - United States
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