Open Poetry #33 |
A Woman's Tears |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
The hand of time, my hand, your hand, whatever dries my eyes, silences the tongue of love and aligns the spirit with the properties of death. If I should cry while loving you I simply am alive to the power and the beauty of all you are inside and if I should cry at sunsets or at the country side let no man say I lie at their magnificence. I give to you my words though distance mars their tone confident each drop will wet the appetite of soul and flow into the channel of higher consciousness. To the lower mortal being tears seem as mere release from hearts of immaturity still yet to learn control but he who hears the words and can inwardly interpret is neither king, God, nor queen but simply wise emotionally. I give to you my tears and the wisdom of my soul; may you prosper therewith and not fold into the mould of thinking you or them or they aren’t worthy of each drop! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Reads like scripture in places....tis indeed a psalm you have written. I love all of this. Great flow and lucid stream of consciousness. lovely and artful |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Helen Agreeing with Serenity....you write with such grace and wisdom. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
oh yes, this is wonderful!! well done. "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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Skyfire
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
Beautiful, just beautiful ^_^ and then He created the horse... |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you all so much for reading and for your kind comments. Tears have been on my mind lately - no, perhaps in my eyes. |
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