As the title suggests, this poem is about profound sadness–not a topic that I rush to write about. But I have been a loyal participant in Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge for a while–a challenge is meant to be a challenge. The photographic reproduction of ‘Tears’ by French painter Odilon Redon was the prompt, together with optional words: Tears, Fly, Hue, Stealing, and Horizon. I used some of these words.
A drowning soul flounders in an ocean of tears and tormented thought held only by small feathers. Rivers of tears blur eyes clog nostrils, chafe skin, yet ears wait. Eternal night retreats,soft hues of dawn steal muffled dark, feathering daytime flight. Plates clatter, distant voices tone, machines whir, traffic rumbles, house fan blows. Wind wanders, whines rattling gutters, Birds chatter, sending calls and warnings. Small feathers gently fan life's pulse moving waves of sound, breath, and thought. A drowning soul flounders in an ocean of tears, held only by small feathers. −
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