tears beseech
release and heal
thine heart
for it needs to lay open
in order to accept and invite love
tears beseech
i am like a child
feeling closed off
i do not hear
i shut out this plea from my tears
time passes...
in the distance
a Cello begins to play...
i fall apart...
damn those tears
they got through
they know exactly
what breaks me
wide open
broken open
raw
tears beseech
tears beseech
...so that i
can be free
©
2009
image source; woman0 from aporter.org/cello
4 comments:
Calli:
Your poetry is hauntingly beautiful, as is your blog. Loved hearing The Blower's Daughter in the background while reading your words.
I feel like I step into another world when I come here.
tears are rain
let them come
let them set you free
and tomorrow things will be clear
tears, sleep and dreams... all so cathartic
nicely done, calli...
Calli, I'm still here, reading, enjoying, admiring, and being grateful for people like you who use your muse...for people like me, to lift us one step higher than where we are.
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