I just slipped on your teardrop
at the entrance of your heart
Obvious : I made a stop !
You cast a hesitant glance,
as promptly you were alert
I slipped on teardrop per chance !
Please ! Please do reciprocate
Do not put me just apart !
I'm rejoicing on my fate.
Soft teardrop, but acts ruthless,
rippling and I'm getting hurt,
making me very restless.
Please do not stay indolent
All my amount, I'll exert
I slipped ! A sweet accident.
I couldn't resist myself.
I'm at your door : Please don't shut.
It's only you, who can help.
Your nice eyes are now shinning :
I'm sure, you are. not inert !
I fell in love : My Darling !
Salty like slight oceans, the tears start to fall
Gravity pulls them down to the pool of beginning
When the hours slipped way by-why was I upset again?
My boots branched down brick pathways to seek the water
I'll run past home cities, the sun beats me to the south
Crunching leaves make the sounds of crumbling worries
I search far and wide for the venom which is eye secretions
Oh, my dear sunshine friend, have you begun to steal them?
After crusades to crush my curiosity about where they have gone
My tears were slurped like a soft drink by a being called the Sun
While places vary across earth,
there is one where grief’s waste piles.
Atop gravestone where whispers flow,
it drips and drags where gravel bumps and scripture is engraved,
leading to fertile land
where one’s lost heart lays.
Where sheets and feather tangle,
screams and hair pulled and caught,
it is breathed in where fabric makes tracks,
and soaks the pained resting eyes of a lost heart.
In sterile and dreaded halls,
performance forgotten and all weight shifted,
and life’s direction now unknown due to ignorant laxity,
onlookers and a greater shift keep the lost heart internal and silent.
Our world spins but our sinews,
our tissues grow damper as we cry
whatever reason may be
whoever we call out for saviour,
we bathe ourselves as systole squeezes grief to the world.
Inspired by "Oval Living" by CayCay Godwin
Wobbly teardrop poised to fall,
why do you have a Southern drawl?
And if I raise my eyes to look,
will I find you've grown into a brook
on a face that's all aquiver,
ruefully destined to be a river,
joining tears of sisters and brothers,
in life's ocean made by mothers.
A
teardrop
slips down
from my eyes
and breaks into
powdery
shards
o
o
o
it falls
quite unseen
a mute language
too deep for words
that my heart is
reluctant
to say
o
o
o
a
tiny
drop saline,
a single bead
falling down
without
sound
o
o
Mom in teardrop
Memories on cheek
A moment in movie
Moving emotion
d
o
w
n
w
a
r
d
I need those tearjerkers
I need to feel the past
Not merely leave it
All behind
My mom’s not in the ashes
She’s in my heart’s cache
Dreams and reality mix
A cross upon my mother’s chest
Have I left that room
I have room left for joy and sorrow
An elixir I drink during the holidays
f
o
r
w
a
r
d
Dad’s legs move him
Once again in someone else’s car
He goes where he doesn’t want to
But he’s still glad to be with family
Is he still back in hospice
Waiting for Mom
To die
To kiss her one last time
To collect her rings
Which he pleasured to give her
When he proposed and married her
Did I tell you, he proposed on the railroad tracks?
It’s Christmas Eve
Time stops us in our tracks
A baby born, a Son executed, our hope
Our
h
o
p
e
My mom’s middle name
Tears
you shed
Heart you fed
Drop of sweetness
overpowered hatred and bitterness
Burning like fever in the spring
our love affair was on the wing
then drifted away on the summer wind
now I'm thinking of you
how good it used to be
holding on to precious memories
and every teardrop has a tale to tell
every teardrop fills a wishing well
changing like autumn leaves that fall
your love it comes and goes
then melts away with the winter snows
and I'm dreaming of you
things we used to do
holding out for those eyes of blue
and every teardrop it blinds reminds
every little teardrop brings me back to you
would that I could
say the words to mend
the heartache heartbreak
of this summer's end
one
tear, then
w a t e r f a l l
when recalling
you
Listen to the tears,
Slow and steady, dripping
Feelings folding away,
Promises, dreams, echoes,
Faith, hope, love that sees,
Through the shadows,
Into the song who sings
Grace beyond what we hoped,
In the tears, trembling cries,
Silencing the darkness
Revealing the secret lines
Between wonders unheard of
And, admiration of the love
Who shudders in the tears,
Erasing the struggles,
While coloring the mirrors,
Small drops, little reflections
What it means to see…
Beyond the tears, into the eyes
Who sparkle, with a subtle glow,
Softening the edges of teardrop’s
Splattering illusion, feelings
Flooded by a moment’s fear,
Before the strength of grace,
Hears the tear and wipes away,
Even the slowest stains,
Whispering light through every night,
Reminding me why…
Each tear is a cry for what is right,
A cry for the beacon of light,
The guide who is love come to life,
True love is a man called Christ.
MY TEARDROP
Here is my teardrop,
May I have yours…
How might I know
That you are listening
To me and only me
And not you in me
Perhaps the pen and finger
Pressing on your head lingers better
What to know about me
But barely do you
All I am saying is
Here is my teardrop;
May I have yours
Through not the eloquence
Of your language
But by the sensibility of your diction
And profound compassion in your attitude
A doomed lifelessness sprung out of me
My body resided, candid eyed
While my soul left, evaporated to escape
In the form of a single tear shed.
Such dense, my eyes could not hold the weight
They dropped it to the floor
Falling to its fate in a graceless chase
I could not see it reach its goal.
I felt light, but with unattended vacancy
A gulf possible of collapsing; I looked down,
And there were pieces of myriad gold
Breaking off the teardrop,
Flecks of my croon, singing
They were fairies who rose up to me,
I saw in them a sense of misery--
My own staring back at me.
The fairies casted a spell of my unknown
The magic perforated straight into me
Something stirred-- deceit to emptiness
Something that did not beg to break free
Maybe a soul that was stable, in peace.
I realised it was the answer to my plea,
The weight laden drop was no more
The single tear shed was a call for help
It birthed fairies who availed to it.
The teardrop lied
Mocked the moment
Seized its opportunity
To defy the honor
of sadness.
©6/17/2023
I
am
like the
teardrops
misting my
eyes, and like
my lover, whom
I had to let go, one
tear is now sliding down
my cheek; oh, how I wish
that my love were crying now
for me, and that like this one tear,
his hand was warmly caressing my
cheek! Oh, that his mouth could
be again on my mouth, like this
teardrop that has fallen to
my lips. I would be this
tear but sadly dying
on his mouth
The emptiness deep inside comes with pain
is not understood or a reason found
this loneliness will languish as a bane
a shadowed realm lived from birth is profound
Joy is a far-off world one can dream of
where a smile is more than a silent thought
to live with emptiness and without love
is a continuous loop in time caught
where emptiness births a darker offspring
and feelings are not worth the time to touch
no hope to be lived for a soul to sing
left with the emptiness within not much
to stare in the void to hear nothing call
lay alone in the dark a tear will fall
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