her heart bled salt
an ocean’s tears
to fill a crimson jar
love sang deep
in cold dark night
and caught a falling star
the swallow called from rusty eaves
to ask for gentle rest
while fingers touched
the tears he kissed
that fell upon her breast
Kissing Tears
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Oh this is sooo beautiful 🙂
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thankyou for reading and you lovely comment xx
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So Lovely
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ThankYOU giggly
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Lovely Silver, just lovely!
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oh my appreciation is bubbling over
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I love the art and the poetry. It is very moving.
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thank you very much x
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O’ she’s darling!
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oh YOU are…sweet swallow
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the words and painting are just so fabulous!!!
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thanks! its a little watercolour doodle really!
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the word that comes to mind is delightful and it really is!
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Thanks David, it is all a reflection!
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:))
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Please share with me the format of this poem. I quickly recognized the pattern, and as I read into the last stanza, It almost felt very familiar. Not the words, the structure. Loved it! It appears as a 2-3, 2-2-3, 2-3, 2-2-3 meter is that correct? Does the style have a name?
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oh my, you force me to reveal my ignorance! i love words and feel them out and then they appear and i play and pull them apart and dissolve a few until it makes a kind of music to me….
just like my art…no formal structure to anything i do….just emotional expressionism. xxx
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That is very cool, it reveals a structure within your art. A pattern. Let us know that once upon a time, poetry was the applications of sounds to objects without names. The structure followed the art. Hence, today’s prose are the fossils of yesterdays poetry. Your a true artist! I often do the same thing. I here a melody of sounds. A very obscure blend of meter and sounds influenced by thoughts — the process of suiting the sounds to words, the meter to some form of order, etc. is the art of it all.
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That is very interesting, I like what you say!
at the risk of sounding cliche, I must say that it is like the words and images are endeavouring to come out, but won’t be satisfied if they are not placed correctly…
🙂 sometimes i am impatient and don’t do my job of correct word placement properly though!
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Such lovely writing. I love how when reading it aloud, I found myself whispering it. It seemed so delicately written.
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thankyou, you have me reading my own poetry now from a slightly different perspective…..a sweet treat x
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Nice!!!! “Kissing tears and quenching pain”!!!!
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thanks, good feeling to quench that pain x
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From “silverpoetry”. I like this.
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Thankyou, that is so kind and cool xx
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😉 My pleasure.
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Very lyrical poem. K.
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Yes, occasionally I like to venture into rhyme, but usually leave it to the experts, a little like realist art x
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nicely done!
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thankyou for commenting! x
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beautifully expressed! Thanks ~Deborah
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thankYOU!
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How beautiful! I see so many different emotions and feelings…and depending on how you read it…you can see so much soul. I love how you add the pictures at the end of your poetry. Have you ever written anything on preventing domestic abuse? I’d love to showcase it on our blog? Thank you for following the opt4 blog…and I love your poetry.
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I am an advocate for emotional intelligence education as a priority teaching in every school to equip children with the self-awareness and self-esteem to navigate their lives safely, successfully and joyfully. Domestic abuse or in fact abuse of any kind can be avoided with emotional intelligence and self-love. Emotional Intelligence/awareness in schools would help the little children that are being trained negatively at home and hopefully give potential abusers and potential victims a chance at a different life.
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What a wonderful reply. I feel better, feel more thankful, and more serene because I know people like you are in this world. thank You for being you and doing what you are doing!
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you are welcome, sometimes the movement toward peace seems slow but we ARE moving x
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So beautiful! Loved its smooth roll!!!
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thanks…when you say smooth roll it reminds me of an undulating ocean…beautiful
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coming from a gifted writer like you, this is a wonderful compliment. 🙂 tks!
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awwww you are
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those rusty eaves, battered as they are , they become effective in the most unforeseen ways..I love this.
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YES YES they do!
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I really like this painting, I think it even steal away the spotlight from the poem!
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haha well they can fight amongst themselves for attention xx
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Your poetry is beautiful!! Thanks for checking out my blog and following.
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Thankyou Rad xxx
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very touching, can feel the sorrow and his gentleness kissing away her tears
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thankyou, it is such a soft real love inside this little poem
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beautiful… and sublime.
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thankyou for your lovely comment, k. i appreciate it x
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Alliteration, imagery, ocean’s tears placed together sweetly…
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thankyou, mostly by accident!
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