Tears Poem by Mark R Slaughter

triggered birth

slow swell of pond
brims along the lid

clear clean love
portrayed inside a
liquid gem

warms the senses
like a waiting bath
soothing to the sight
heart

dark margins
art of eyeliner
add contrast
compensation for the
blur of blue iris

culmination
overflows
a broken stream
in resignation

she knew she
couldn't leave

her weakness
e'er to grieve

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012