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Her tears were suspended
mid air
no more room
in the bucket
to hold them
*
Drowning
in the fog of forgotten
dismay etched on each corner
life wrought with agony
*
*
“How could he?”
She moaned
more tears poured forth
“speak words of love
promise forever
depart with my heart”
*
*
*
“I will never
find the spigot
the shutoff
to sorrow
*
*“How could he?”
*
“Why would he?’
Photograph: “Bucket of Tears” by L. Moon
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing and publishing in multiple genres (including education) in E. African for E. Africa. As a writer, it is a thrill to write for children (on all continents) who want to learn.
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I know this place, very well….another sad but beautifully well written poem. Maybe a bucket to dump over his head after its filled and overflowing, lol. =) ~ Relate to this so closely currently….excellent writing! *hugs* ~April
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I like that dump it over his head – with icy cold water – ya think. Moon love
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ouch…better get another bucket…your verse is fraught with emotion…a lot of water spills from a braoken heart.
hey you should really sign up for this new thing called oneshot…oh wait…smiles. you already did. woo hoo!
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I’m outta buckets – hard to be crying on such a great ! shot Wed!!!!!
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Great poem. Seems to echo like waterdrops.
Going to checki out the One Shot Wed. site now!
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I like the asterisk flow of tears, but I don’t feel sorry for this one, I want to tell her to snap out of it and move on. Almost makes me a bit angry. Odd?!
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thanks for catching on about the drops. Who knows where she is now. Somewhere between here and a rainbow
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Your words really spoke to me and those were the exact questions I was asking this time last year. I’m so glad that hole has scarred over. I really felt the sorrow and anguish in this poem. Nicely done!
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the heart does that doesn’t it – scar over – sadly but I guess a good thing.
Love from the Moon!!!
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i say, let them spill over.
if one is to be sad, then they should be sad to overflowing…
same rule goes for being happy.
we have to treat all emotions equal.
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And there i was wondering
why lately
my tears are suspended
in air
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Moments like this in my life have taught me some powerful lessons. I take a look in my own bucket a lot of times just to remind my self. Beautiful writing with deep emotion!
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That’s actually sound advice reminding ourselves about what is in the bucket
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Tears really are the theme and energy of the day aren’t they? I love the poem. Could actually picture the woman, and isn’t if funny how all too often we tend to go to the ‘why?” did it happen.
Coming up with answers probably will fill another bucket for her!
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love your avatar – yeah a two bucket ordeal huh???
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Lovely, yet sorrowful piece Leslie, there never is a good reason why…..bkm
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sorrow does have it’s place tho
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Lesle I should have added —
http://signedbkm.blogspot.com
I have moved over from wordpress….bkm
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thanks for your visit to 1 Shot wed. Hope to see you alot
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Came via Brian’s blog and his One Shot Wednesday post.
I loved the image of the suspended tears over the over-flowing bucket and I hope she finds that spigot and turns it off. Broken hearts suck.
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so glad you came by
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moonie moonie moonie….a great piece to launch One Shot with…you kept this hidden…some great verse but i suggest you re read this part again…..
“Drowning
in the fog of forgotten
dismay etched on each corner
life wrought with agony”
Now stand proud because this just took you to another level
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Another level of insanity you say muahahaha
Thanks Pete!!!!
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Beautiful, Leslie. Sad and so familiar. But no new buckets. Dump this one over his head, and not only will there be more room, she’ll feel better and won’t need it.
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how ’bout we do it together
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Drowning in the fog of forgotten – can feel with her – aching heart
Claudia
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Kinda liked the picture of the “fog of forgotten” glad you do too
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So very poignant and sorrowful. This poem is deeply moving. Thank you for sharing it, and thanks for the invite to one shot, I am having a wonderful time writing, blog hopping and reading the amazing talent!
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Hey, thanks for letting me know about One Shot Wednesdays. I’m really liking what I’m seeing.
And you, as always, have delivered yet another beautiful work…And I rather like the use of asterisks here–almost looks like the tears themselves come raining down.
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this poem just… nails it on the head.
beautifully written.
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Yes, how could he?
Kinda reminds me of: “a low and deeply knowing accompaniment to the fickleness of the natural order.”
🙂
I liked the “fog of forgotten” too.
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I think it is smashing what you 3 have put together!
I hope the sorrow from this poem has made you stronger, and I bet it did. Broken hearts aren’t much fun, but they can be great teachers!
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Nice stuff, yo. Like yr blog, cleanly laid-out
Regards
Luke
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