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?
Words are only things we say
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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!!
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:)
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J~