they fell from pools
frozen lake in winter
saved in buckets
As a mother I can’t imagine the daily turmoil that mamas with children are experiencing in Ukraine.
Priceless her tears #ukraine #mothers #poetry
Tag: tears
8 Tears #poetry
silent steps
down a lonely lane
one tear fell
cannot tell from where
noisy clash
life’s busy intersection
two tears fell
my hand was there
a night of questions
mist obscured vision
three tears fell
my heart laid bare
surrounded by children
orange terra village
two large tears fell
swirling in hot air
Gravel Tears #sorrow #hospice #tears #elderly
I caught up with a tear today
it was from old despair
in attempt to grasp at it
it ran away from there
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pain’s etched upon a heart
at death we cannot grasp
it leaves on wind before we know
our hands one final clasp
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I caught up with a tear today
mingled with old despair
again I tried to grasp at it
it ran away from there
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no more wrinkles from this life
we smooth your silver hair
behind you it is over now
beyond all time and care
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I caught up with a tear today
it fell with yours you see
when I tried to grasp at it
it ran away with thee
Hospice a word that says so little of the days the slip through our fingers as we say little goodbyes each day. Each goodbye takes a piece of my heart that I give lovingly and painfully.
Shared the Fright #horror #poetry
I glance at a wax-like stare and wonder
I don’t know you but we are the same
you are bearing the same path of sorrow
the one you traverse is etched in pain
I cry knowing that we could have been spared
our world would depend on the magician’s hand
but then there would be no real horror
only what was written by one holding a pen
I’m sorry there is not more I can say
but scribe words of the world we live / lived
I wipe away old tears hoping
that you will outlive the terror as I did
Tear’s Goodbye #poetry
Each breath shallows
tentative, I hold my own
I miss his crooked smile
he soon will be going home
each given love’s “goodbye”
the tears full in a jar
tomorrow seems awaiting
too close and yet so far
Every Time I Cry #poetry #Uganda
I dot my eyes
tears continue to fall
smiles and sounds start to dim
their imprint lays on my heart
the beat of love calls within
tho it hurts to say “goodbye”
tomorrow’s hope is in my hand
I wiggle its fingers
I dot my eyes
warmed by the setting Ugandan sun
Sky Tears #atozchallenge “T”
Sky tears fall like buckets
observing from a glass tower
lightening tests the glass
while thunder reverberates
trembling people look for assurance
there is none as the walls tumble
What do you when it’s raining buckets?
A to Z bloggers to enjoy:
Go Deep #devotion
I just read an article about tears and that they are good for us because they open our hearts! Maybe this poem will make a clear visual:
Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water; But a man of understanding will draw it out.
I woke in burning pain today
the searing drew me to my knees
tears wash over even now
and I can only pray and plead
My heart heard nudging from my Lord
“people are suffering all over the world
let pain wake you to the need
petition for the lost, your words I’ll heed”
I woke in burning pain today
I dropped sobbing to my knees
“Oh Lord children suffer it is true
they’ll burn alive without you!!! ”
Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water; But a man of understanding will draw it out.
Proverbs 20:5
Should I focus on my own suffering or on that of others? The Bible says we will have trouble in this life but isn’t it what we do with the “suffering” that makes a difference? I was reminded as my pain has been escalating of a time when I chose not to use narcotics to stem the tide. The pain would crash over me in the night and I decided I might as well pray. This went on for months (then years). I learned by praying for others that my pain would lessen and like an analgesic I would (eventually) fall back to sleep. These are troublesome times – Do we anesthetize our lives or do we walk on hot coals with fellow sufferers? May ours tears soften our hearts to hear the cries of those lost in the night…
“More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.”
Romans 5:3-5
“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”
Romans 8:18
“Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice insofar as you share Christ’s sufferings, that you may also rejoice and be glad when his glory is revealed. “
1 Peter 4:12
Sharing this with Godinterest today.
Memory’s Harvest #haiku
At the beginning of September I came back to my birthplace. Nothing of my mother remained. The grass in front of mother’s room had withered in the frost. Everything had changed. The hair of my brother and sisters was white and they had wrinkles between their eyebrows. We could only say, “We are fortunate to be still alive.” Nothing more. My elder brother opened an amulet case and said reverently to me, “Look at mother’s white hair. You have come back after such a long time. So this is like the jewel box of Urashima Taro. Your eyebrows have become white.” We wept for a while and then I composed this verse:
if taken in my hand
it would vanish in hot tears
autumn frost
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
The soil was where our story began ~
We were farmers and during the coldest winter, harshest depression, or strictest rationing, we always had a spare morsel for someone with empty hands. Great grandfather passed down a love for the harvest; his son carried forth that responsibility. Some of us shared that love for the land while others tried to get the last dime from her. Dimes are spent rapidly and with little memory. The land has been faithful and gives back to those who dig deep…
still warm to the touch
memories flow with the tears
you have never failed
The Carpe Diem prompt today is from the wonderful haibun from Basho. “If taken in my hand” fills me with new and old memories as my hands return to the soil this season.
A Dream within a Dream #EdgarAllenPoe #haiku #photography
A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM. ~Edgar Allen Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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Grasping at hope
sea pulls at all I hold dear
your kiss still warm
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tears at great cost
dark dreams possess my heart
you are gone
The prompt for Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem Ghost Writer: Dream within a Dream
penned in moon dust 