tears trickle slowly
down the cheeks
when I raise my fingers
to wipe those away
I find not a single drop
clogging the throat
all the more potent
for being unshed
least they could do
to fall in torrents
cleansing the debris
washing away
my inner torment
Photo: Rick Mobbs
very evocative... especially the idea of putting up a finger and finding no tears there.
ReplyDeletethe way you've written this reminds me of the herky-jerky hiccuping one makes when trying not to cry...
ReplyDeleteOh, this is so true! I love the way you worded it!
ReplyDeleteI can totally relate to this!
ReplyDeleteExcellent, excellent.
ReplyDeleteThere's been too many tears falling.
ReplyDeleteYeah, there's something about unshed tears and torment - nice one..
ReplyDeletedripping with emotion. love it!
ReplyDeleteThis really hurts. You do well sharing the emotion. :)
ReplyDeletePiognant and brave.
ReplyDeleteThis suggests searching, to me. The torment an unknowing.
ReplyDeleteso much suffering... excellent!
ReplyDeletea real tear jerker
ReplyDeleteIt's the unshed tears that do the worst damage.
ReplyDeleteAwesome write.
-Nicole
This makes me catch my breath and feel a lump myself.
ReplyDeleteOne minor critique, if you don't mind. I'm not sure it needs the last line. I understood that sentiment without it being stated explicitly.
the photo goes so well with the poem - great work!
ReplyDeleteits certainly the unshed ones that are the hardest...
ReplyDeleteDefinitely a tormented soul. Lovely work.
ReplyDeletelove how you reacted/wrote abt the painting...
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