Notes About The Poem
Inspired by John Lawless contest " where do teardrops go" just letting my thoughts flow.
where do teardrops go
I weep jinxed trinkets
clasped with obsidian oppression,
yet I am not weak ~
I am a beautiful wreckage
of weathered odysseys,
still ferrying the burden
of burnt promises
and bruised perceptions.
but they, the ignorant, remain oblivious ~
they do not know
where the ache of a heartbeat resides,
where the powerful pitch of a vibration
within a wistful violin,
soaked in soul’s rose water, illuminates…
so we question the lawless pages:
where do teardrops go?
where does the salt of sorrow settle,
crystallizing into the cadence of coldness
between the fingers of forsaken flesh,
or in sonnets never once allowed to rhyme,
within the formless art
of conventional conviction?
my tears are now studded stars ~
a cosmic current of scars,
creased with astral ash,
calling out the names of faces
as I drift toward the desire to be undone,
while sparks of moonlight
echo the throb
that trauma stole,
softly teasing
the vulnerable veins of twilight
as arteries of midnight
carry inner conflict
into a calming realm of warm release…
and when it drizzles wordless woe,
follow the train of thoughts,
taste this truth
~ the flavor of lament ~
as drifting despair rises as violet vapor,
returning in liquid constellations
condensed from collapsed dreams.
the sky forever homes
this silk of storm and hail ~
unclothed weather,
a panoramic vision
of suppressed tears made rain,
ebbing and flowing through
the deep oceanic swell of turbulent emotions…
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