As Tears Spill Into Poetry~

 

 

 

She was a child

kneeling in prayer;
a yawn in flannel,
she tiptoed;

sleepy eyes
peeking through the keyhole
creating an ambience of tranquility

while tears trickle down trembling cheeks.

Still, in all her innocence,
a thorn in her Daddy's side,
as every memory of her
turned to embers, now cast away
to erase such an exhibition of failure
on his way to the top.


His image is fading now,

only a stenciled sketch
upon her mind's canvas
untouched , even by her pain
in the sands of time

but now, a bud has bloomed
into a lady

and tears turned to ink
as a broken heart spills
into poetry.




♥♥



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Author's Note

for Dad who will never read this...He is out there somewhere..up on the hill where I don't belong.
I have come to realize it is not my fault, and it is your loss...

Reviews

[Kousika]

wow!!!!!!
awesome writing...
it is a loss for everyone... dad is precious in daughter's life...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it is his loss..and such beautiful writing...what he is missing.

[poet2angels (lynda)]

Thank you, my friend. I had forgotten about this one.

[Markymark]

Wow! This one touched me to my soul. This one is what poetry is supposed to be. I absolutely love this piece. Thanks for sharing it with the world.

[Wondering Mind]

A beautiful ending to a sad write, painted with lovley imagery.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Awe this is really sad... such a powerfully emotional piece, getting your feeling out into poetry is a great release... glad you came to realize it wasn't your fault.

[cigale]

Whoa...I really like this.

Your words are very heartfelt.

Vivid and imaginative.

The last three lines are my favorite.

They speaks depths to the healing component in expressing one's self poetically.

Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece!