Why I Cry
Foolish, I know
to spill salty tears
over the crimson blush of a setting sun...but I do.
It's been the one weakness
I can't seem to overcome.
Acceptable, for a time
when your heart is touched by loss
but still there are stipulations
(how close, how long)
but they mean nothing to me
I simply cry till there are no more tears.
They roll their eyes
call me alligator
thinking I have control
If I'm craving attention
I have better talents
I desire a hard heart
Would make this life easier
But perhaps I am twisted
slightly addicted
to the relief that comes
in knowing the last tear has fallen
To physically feel
your heart lighten
your pulse slow
To be able
to drip your worries
down a sink drain
mop them up with a tissue
(or a bucket, depending)
To see the sadness
To feel the hurt
To experience the truth
behind the emotion
To catch the lump in your throat
the dull ache growing
stretching vocal chords
to the point of screaming
but instead streaming
it is the tears that ease the pain.
Why do I cry?
Imagine holding this inside...
We're officially off for Year Two of dVersePoets. OpenLinkNight has been my refuge for the past 53 weeks, and tonight will be no different. I have to apologize for my lack of sharing this past week, but...I'm thinking the last tear has fallen (at least until the sun sets) and am looking forward to getting back in the game...Let's drink some poetry, shall we? Joe...you got that apron on?
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At about 24 my dad told me "son that was the worst piece of advice I have ever given you"
Do what you need
Wander
Maybe Im scared if I begin I cant stop:)
beautifully penned. very touched by this... I know this place only too well.
This is a lovely write, and there are times when we have real things to cry about.
I recent;y read a quote about how we need to honor our sadness, not hide it, not bury it, honor it for the part of life that it is.
I say, cry your heart out. Cleanse it.
Later, you can smile.
A lovely poem, Tash.
"Why do I cry?
Imagine holding this inside..."
Exactly... A beautiful, heartfelt write, Tash.
Love,
Janie
Tony
10 years ago - its not healthy
to bottle it all up!!!
if the cosmos and its stars
cant make you cry -
what else are they there for
apart from boring everyone with
the up and downing bull - lol
big love tash :D
I especially liked --
"to spill salty tears over the crimson blush."
Ah, the setting sun - when the day is ending and we turn towards completing our work but not our hope for better tomorrows!
Totally -- can't imagine
"not holding it inside"
Great poetry always! Thanks!
And I've tried to hold it inside sometimes...doesn't work. When the dam bursts watch out! A slow leak is better. ;-)
And one should let them flow
As it's better out than in
I guess that could work for many things to secure the win
But I won't go there
As that would be a gassy affair haha
And as for your note
Yeah I've been in much the same boat
four child with book senryu
and the wonder of nature. =)
To catch the lump in your throat
the dull ache growing
stretching vocal chords
to the point of screaming
but instead streaming
it is the tears that ease the pain.
...thanks!
stretching vocal chords," I know that feeling well and you so aptly described it. Nice!
I wanted to make sure you knew just how extraordinaire these words are, truly poetry and the human condition at its best.
By the way, I'm one of those who cry at sad movies, and am only glad that the theater is dark enough that no one sees.