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We are
.... insignificant droplets
Water draining to a disused well
Screaming individuality
Yet (one starling) dancing on thermals
Is unseen
(Unknown) ...
As unknown as...
A mother trapped in one teardrop
Screaming silently
Forever at her newborn loss
Screaming
Wailing
To
And
Fro
Within time
As all others
Just slips into the well of
Thee forgotten
Pain
Except for her memory stored
By those who bore witness
So long ago
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Drip
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Drop
.........
Droplet
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Chandeliers of tears
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So long
Forgot
The pathos and metaphoric elements combine perfectly; this poem flows as well as good water! Definately a poem of living...
The sense of loss is so powerfully expressed by the metaphor of dripping water, relentless, punctuated by pain but ending in a weary resignation. A very fine poem.
A beautiful metaphor of existentialism - droplets of water draining into a disused well. We at our lowest possibly to feel disuse, at least used we are connected. Sad and poignant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an interesting title.. and so was the poem, , , , nice, ,