Wednesday, September 21, 2011

They Say...


They tell me that I should not choose
This word in poetry
It’s over-done and over-used…
…but it’s a part of me…

…in victory or in defeat
In sorrow or in love
It is the fruit of bitter-sweetest
Stirrings from above

‘They’ say that we must find new ways
In which to verbalize
Love’s ultimate expression
Flowing from our eyes

Oh, I dare not use the word
For it’s been used to much
But what else proves that we’ve been stirred
And utter-mostly touched

The wise, the fool, the old or young
Without a purposed choice
Share this universal tongue
Of passion’s purest voice

Words are only things we say
Syllables we hear
I’ve felt the earth beneath me sway
In the silence of… a tear

To me, above all other words
I have yet to hear
One spoken more profoundly
Than the utterance of a tear

Janet Martin

This is merely my response to experts who say they do not want to hear the word ‘tear’
in a poem for at least a hundred years…but if I read stunning poetry…well, it moves me to…TEARS!!!
Here’s to tears and tears and more tears! Cheers!

...is there not poetry bleeding profusely from every single photo above?

2 comments:

  1. Words are only things we say
    Syllables we hear
    I’ve felt the earth beneath me sway
    In the silence of… a tear

    I’ve felt the earth beneath me sway
    In the silence of… a tear

    utterance of a tear

    As always it appears again and again to me , Writing is a vulnerability (this time a venerable one :)) ;but even though, the camaraderie and kinship one shares is truly deep.. its where it matters most ... at "that" heart to heart level!!

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  2. Grace, thank-you. It is a marvelous kinship, 'that heart-to-heart' that only kindred spirits share. Thank-you for reading and sharing your kindred-thought:)
    Love
    J~

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