There is a field that falls with dew
And tiny mice hurry round,
Bearing pitchers like silver slippers
Tirelessly helping these puddles along,
Till lakes be formed
And a water wheel turns
But what of the lost teardrop
Seeping in the ground
Softly hidden in the tussocks
Yay, never to be found
Like the dim deflating petals
Of a quiet fallen star
But what about... Such a refreshing read. Bittersweet- Bitter in its rightful time, and sweet with an innocent charm. I give it a 10 because the idea alone is of a unique value.
Great poem with profound metaphors and fortified emotions and spirit.
Beautiful poem and thoughtful emotion. How often the pain (of loss) is concealed and seeps down into the ground.
Dear Poet, you have a kind and thoughtful way of expressing emotion. your words give us much, good
what of the lost teardrop Seeping in the ground Softly hidden in the tussocks NICEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Yay, never to be found Like the dim deflating petals Of a quiet fallen star N
the lost teardrop Seeping in the ground Softly hidden in the tussocks....lamenting over.. fallen star, heaving of the heart.... very original poem. your mind is creative.......... very nice poem. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Whether dew or a teardrop, both have a magnetic field, but such magnetic fields affect only a few hearts that are not made of stones. The poem is so beautiful, I was completely amazed I am going to share this wonderful poem on the facebook.