Terry O'Leary


Weeping Girl - Poem by Terry O'Leary

Your tears do not become your eyes.
Would my guitar weep in their stead
to drench and drown the shade that tries,
and charm a smile when woe has fled,
the fingers of my restless hands
would dance to soothing sarabands.

Topic(s) of this poem: sad

Form: Rhyme Royal or Rime Royale


Comments about Weeping Girl by Terry O'Leary

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (1/13/2018 12:58:00 AM)


    the fingers of my restless hands
    would dance to soothing sarabands. weeping guitar.... tears are not your eyes..... fine poetic imagination. thank you dear poet. tony
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, April 14, 2017


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