My faucet eyes

I think I cried in my sleep last night.
My sadness is an ocean.
My eyes are only faucets.
Sometimes they drip.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love using the word "faucet" with "eyes"! Clever phrase. It bring a torrent of feelings & images -- we've all had those times when it seemed the faucet would not turn off! Amazing how you conjure up so much with so few words! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Light and ashes]

Thank you so much!

[Lydia Shutter]

Great metaphor here. Crying does cleanse the soul...and sometimes it is necessary. LydI**

[Light and ashes]

Yes, it is.......
Thank you Lydia.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

This is a very great and beautiful poem, and sometimes we all need to cry to feel better and your metaphors were extremely clever!

[Light and ashes]

Thank you!

[X]

oh so so deep like the great big blue ocean -- sometimes its good to come up to dry land...see the light and let the shadows shrink❤️

[duff]

Suffering and learning. Lying in your bed alone can be the darkest place. Tears and the pain that stalks you. Nice work and the title is a clever tie in. Great job.

[Light and ashes]

Thanks duff!

[Coyote Poetry]

I do believe we cry, we suffer and we remember in dreams. Powerful and honest words my dear friend. I believe dreams are our doorways to living. Thank you for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

[Light and ashes]

I believe the same thing, Coyote. Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

I have some déjà vu in my dreams and you are welcome my friend.

[Mr. Malarkey]

Calling crying eyes a faucet is how I would describe mine in the past when I was emotionally crushed and had to let everything out. And like the ocean, tears are salty and seemingly endless. Thanks for sharing!

[Neville]

... Ah' I see.. leaky eye syndrome ... I also hear they have a cure for it too ... Or was that something else maybe ... Oh' well read a poem a day will keep the Dr at bay....

[Light and ashes]

Ha ha :)..... thank you for stopping by.

[Wesley Dingler]

I love it, my lady. Personally I wouldn't change anything.

[Light and ashes]

Oh ok, thanks baby.

[Paul Bell]

Four lines but the story pours out.
That's a rare gift in poetry, well done.

[Light and ashes]

Thank you!