Sunday, September 25, 2011

Poetry Sunday ~ Sounds of Sorrow

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. ~Kahlil Gibran
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Sounds of Sorrow
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Like icy clouds that form in the sky,
drops of pain creep from my
Weightless they form a fluid stream;
life has forced a crescent seam.

Tears like capsules, of liquid release
hidden by lids they secretly cease.
The eye a doorway of repressed emotion
that drops a brew of poisoned potion.

Salty tears run evermore
silently sounds tap the floor.      
Dripping echoes of seated pain,
seeping slowly a fluid rain

The tear is weightless in its stand;
lapping forth like waves on sand.
Going alone down the wrinkled aisle,
seeking to ride the sorrowful mile.

What will stop this rippling river?
Depths of joy I must deliver.
I raise my eyes to the skies above,
My tears become His kiss of love.

4 comments:

Stormcrow said...

Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again.

joni said...

I raise my eyes to the skies above,
My tears become His kiss of love.

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Always a Light in the darkest of day! :)

benning said...

Yes, the Lord IS the Light. :)

Aiza said...

Thanks for the great comment. It's the kind of remark that makes me want to finish my memoir and make a real effort to get it published.

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